Poetry

Love and intimacy in a time of climate panic. 

you exhale, a comfortable mist of breath,

your DNA collected kaleidoscopic

in condensation on the bedroom windows

Your eyes remind me of

A photo of his daughter

when she was just about your age

Bright and wise, looking for something lost

And knowing a little too much, maybe

The Earth has a blueprint.

It has a melody.

It has guardians.