Everybody Finds Love
Yr burning chest
sent out from outerspace
it’s entrapped heart wide as the moon
inhuman.
Yr intoxicated mind
a silent drumline
keep up divine routine
inhuman.
An angel-face
managing to bless a broken boy
who in the past only managed to break his toys
inhuman.
Shooting stars
keeping cynics in line
i saw one, wished for nothing
inhuman.
And then
the outlines
i’ve memorized every wrinkle
of yr palms i’ve held, of yr lips i’ve kissed
mathematics. inhuman.
Watching the sunset
fall down on bloody bruises, broken faces
you can’t comfort every sadness brought her way
economics. inhuman.
Mapping out the coordinates
desperately searching for why
forced to turn in my badge for
forensics. inhuman.
i waited for you, i was freezing,
the sky was clear that night i saw a shooting star,
and i wished to apologize. my fingers numb.
Chemistry. I'mhuman.