day one

I find myself planting wasps in my palms again
watching the stingers stir under my skin

holding, holding
soon they will burrow out and find you

and I cannot decide how I feel about that

so that means this is Day One of

waking up fistfuls of hair and teethfuls of

why didn’t you say goodnight?

Day One of

these car heat hands on my bare neck

are they tender, are they gripping

whose fingers now are

holding, holding

Day One of

blank page-full, one week-empty

if we unwrite our last kiss will we

speak backwards, move nonsense mouths into

our best kiss instead

Day One of

seeing you all black and white in my lap again

clean you up, calm me down

five minutes is all it takes

Day One of

mirrors at my feet, glass-soled, blind
all that’s dripping from my mouth now is

don’t worry this isn’t the beginning of anything bad

Day One of
don’t worry things will turn out okay

this is still just the beginning