Love in the Time of 'Rona (poems) book two

shatterproof

It’s easy to feel far away

despite our best efforts

Try as I might

some glass is shatterproof.

The question arises

If I’m not already in the room

how do I communicate

with gestures and muffled half-words

that I am in your arms already?

swept up in a gentle, pink wind tunnel

swimming in soft white blankets and incense and

philosophies and intonations and

healthier eating habits

you might not hear me

but I belong to you

dark water

We are a lonely generation

the tragic irony of being so perpetually public

At times like this

loneliness has the potential

to barrel right through us

bend us and break our bones

as if beneath a massive rolling pin

or leave us floating alone in dark water

unsure of which direction to begin

a dull ringing

a quiet, pulsing ache

words dying in your throat

skin hunger or whatever the fuck they call it

your hand is buried in my curls

your body is honey against mine

warm and holy and golden

you’re curled up in my bend

blinking away the barbed questions

strung around my mind

I do not feel lonely now

Termites

I put pen to paper to fumigate

the termites

gnawing away at the house you and I built together

it’s good wood

sturdy and supple; it’s weathered

many a rainstorm

fuck these bugs

I mean you know I love bugs but

I want to live in this house with you until I die

sprawled out on the living room carpet

trading life lessons and spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream

so these critters can take a hike

& if they don’t get the message

I’ll just write louder

gambler’s vengeance

The issue was that I fell in love with you when I had

no earthly reason to do so

like loving a tiny ember

that dances away from the bonfire

like clapping hands together to catch

subatomic particles

no shot and never was one

yet I loved you with an

adolescent fervor

a gambler’s vengeance

an answer with no question

& I hated you for it

I wanted to just love you

but I was so busy hating you for not loving me

that I found it difficult.

It was so clear in my mind

that you and I could tear open the sky together

break the sound barrier

become one another’s oxygen

if you would just let yourself

breathe

now that the air around us offers danger

I wonder how safe you are

from yourself

how much is the damage inside you turned outward

would I be happy to hear of your happiness?

who are you anyway?

how do I make peace with the aimless, unbroken love I still

feel for you,

spinning through my bloodstream

and occasionally

making me itch to call and say this was all just a big misunderstanding?

Evan Crommett