i like to think about the way you told me I looked like a picture
pointing to a goddess in the stars on the wall of the cosmic coffee shop inside the temple of everyone’s worst sins with bad branding
for a night that felt, to me,
like the thread of our light turned to smoke
tangled in a ball of tarred hair,
something the plumber would’ve pulled out of my shower,
it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me.

i tried to talk to you today
through pleasure fluids vibrating in cosmic rainbow
in the same spot i told you “not today” not that long ago.