Screaming into empty paper cups lined with swollen, bruised tissues
I followed you beneath the veins
Of shattered umbrella hearts.
I missed you but.
You see how petals are peeled from an orange moon
So effortlessly and only moonlight bleeds from the bandaged craters of broken days.
I trid to touch your holographic skin
In the same simultaneous moment that belief in
Handmade stars grew.
We will learn to ink tattoos
beneath our eyelids once the sea stops breathing, panting, howling like mad women at night.