I am a love letter
to my own body
bloody seal cracked
open
too many words spilling
out.
I am a love poem
weighed down by
grief like ice on
bare winter branches.
I am an ode to the kind
of longing that’s too
sweet
the sugar powder stick
that hurts your teeth
with almost sour
perfection.
how am I supposed
to love myself
and love you?
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know.
I am all the lasts and
firsts and the
crackle of snow’s
broken crust.