i'm 3-D printing you a language
with no present tense. tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
i put on my rain boots & walk out into
a bowl of orange juice. we used to kiss
like a knot of snakes. now,
i go out into a field of salt pillars looking for a life.
when i shaved off my hair, doves poured from my skull.
i tried to catch them but they left &
carried with them my plates & silverware.
i'm asking god for an afternoon of nothing but syrup.
light coming in your window & you telling me,
"i will love you tomorrow."