AUBADE THAT MISSES THE POINT

Passivity mixed with infatuation
doesn’t temper the infatuation-

can we rewind for a minute,
to before my confession

about strapless white gowns?
Whatever was happening,

one of the prettiest songs
from adolescent memory

distracted me from the sheet,
its stains, you sprawled out

& not listening anyway, thinking
of me as a distraction.

AUBADE WITH BLACKBERRY

Quietly allowing the crush to ferment
is not an option. I’m too much of a

go-getter/world-beater. Pix & video:
a poor substitute for memory, being

external, doctorable. How smart can
a phone be if it still needs me

to feed you blackberries? To speed-
dial someone is to feed their ego

blackberries. When I see you
stir, I have to fight the urge

to use you as a lucrative sideline,
to lose you as a flashy gesture.