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