Happiness
is a bag
too heavy for
my bird bones,
and every love letter
you have written
is folded in the
back pocket
of every pair of
jeans I wear.
I am
bathing suit daydreams
and nightmare moons.
It is always
and never
the right time.
I plucked the
secret of your love
from a daisy,
but the bridge
I meant to burn
is brick.
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