Watching perfect signs,

warning signs

sing perfect songs,

along perfect lines,

among perfect right angles and a waning moon

laid out on the couch, the cross.

among us, between us.

that hollow moon // a string of lights,

a canyon, a purple sunset;

I catch the light between my eyes,

tucked between the light already in my eyes

let me go

let me go

let me glow

the light in my eyes, too.

Look closely in the bushes, you’ll find more than an organ donor card in there,

looming politely, you graceful apparition,

over my keen shoulders and I know your keen, complicated smile is behind me,

breathing succinctly, a bereaved vacation for those lips,

over my shoulder, en route, en masse.

Look closely in the bushes , you’ll find more than my teeth in there;

all the way

out there,

with you,

over there.