let's make creme brulee & 
eat honey off the spoon  

we always let the honey
sit too long on the counter top
& it starts to crystalize--
if left out too long our
skin will likely become 
diamonds as well--
how boring, i hope my skin is something
more exciting like bismtuh or coal.
we'd pour out honey on the spoon
(the big wide dinner spoons)
& feed each other while 
sitting on the carpet
of the living room where the 
television was selling something--
mouths turning into honey rock-candy--
it reminds me of the boy 
who liked Crème brûlée & how he'd
put a torch to my forehead 
in the hopes that i would turn
caramel & custard in the heat--
he tried to feed me.
only you can feed me & that's because
we ate honey together so i
trust you. did you know
that when you die they can press
you into a diamond? squeeze your
ashes really tight until 
everything that was flesh & boney
is shiny & hard. i'm imagining
a world where they just go ahead
& make everyone into diamonds 
instead of messing around with
urns & big holes in the ground.
Can you imagine if they hung the
diamonds from the trees & when a strong
breeze blew through they'd all clink 
together. graveyards made of honey
& milk on the grass instead
of dew. don't trust boys who
have to burn things before
they eat them-- who crack your 
skull with the back of their spoons.
he was the kind of boy who 
had never eaten honey off a spoon--
the kind who makes you into
a diamond before it's time-- in
his basement-- crafting a ring 
for himself to wear to set you into--
i ran away while i still had time
but i think there's remnants of
his pressure in all my joints--
if i turn wrong i remember what
it felt like to be clasped between
an index finger & a thumb--
i have diamond teeth-- the kind
with impurities-- black streaks
where the earth strained or left
me with birth marks. i don't stir
honey in my tea anymore but you
do & i love to watch it pour out
perfectly on the spoon-- a little 
sanctuary of gold. i want to walk
inside & move slower-- mouth full
of sweetness & sugar. has anyone else
ever lived in a glob of honey?
i'm willing to set out alone, i'm
only wondering if i should 
expect company. i left him 
a ramekin of Crème brûlée on 
the porch like a newspaper, i wanted
him to know that i could still
please him if i wanted to--
so i watch him eat & think about
how he used to kiss me like
my mouth was a spoon-- i had to
do it so i knew i didn't miss him.