4/1/14:
I don't want to study law or medicine but
I ache to major in the discoloration carving continents in her upper arm.
If she let me,
I'd reread the webs within her skin.
I swear her veins branch out like exits on the highway.
They make me want to adopt the hum in her speech every morning
or the conduct in her rose-tinged lips when she drinks.
I bet a nine scaled earthquake wouldn't make shaking look more poignant,
more moving to see.
Leave me without courses and textbooks,
Still, I can brush up on topography and most artistry through every petal,
each goddamn bone in this unblemished girl.
YOU ARE READING
The Sagittarius
PoetryThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
