how can I hear (lover
I would have called you once)
when there's nothing new to say
the things you trickle
rain sliding down twigs
I spilled them from my lips
lifetimes ago

you had no ears
to let you love me

webbed the trapeze
I walked all the lines
that could lead to your heart
threatened the scissor snip
warned you
that it would change you
too late

we can fortune cookie snap
our syllables looking
for a clean break
but there are always crumbs
to litter our predictions

smaller letters
to linger after our words