death by dandelion
yearning is a body wasting away in satin sheets
bloated with fantasies of skinny dipping in broad daylight
rooftop picnics and poetry when the moon is full;
soft kisses when she’s empty, emotions to match
they’re all but stenciled dreams, off-brand memories
a stranger’s home video tapes on the ceiling
worshiped through chlorine eyes
yearning is forgetting this life
for one that never was and never will be
trying on shoes that no one can walk in
but wearing them anyway
that’s why all the pretty girls have feet that ache and bleed
and pretty boys in their bedrooms
yearning is a soul decomposing
a grave for the stems of dandelions plucked from the earth
while their cotton fae now cling to the dreamcatchers
swaying vacant in the kitchen window
it is wanting and wanting and
weeping over what cannot be