star

The streets have teeth and we hold our fingers with enough space for the others and drink cider on a corner where the ceiling above us blinks blue-blue-blue onto her tonsil-pink dress and someday I hope I never have to see it in a suitca

I'm a brown-eyed girl 

loves adventures 

yet afraid of the unknown

I'm a romantic who hates real life

I'm a brown-eyed girl

who wishes more love songs

said brown-eyed instead of blue

Semester 1

I.

Sudoku from the New York Times 

Stays open on our computers.

One holds a tennis ball in her right hand as she talks,

In the skeletal frame of a fence, 

nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,

Where vines wind up and veins wrap down: 

a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love. 

And your dark, knotted hair falls, 

   trailing along and settling 

        in the crevice of collarbone, 

ravine of spine,