Love Felt

after Saeed Jones

The Hanged Man, in reverse.

am i off the hook?

has the world righted itself?

should i know who i am now?

The Tower, upright.

no. the world remains ravaged.

i’m just in the rubble.

stardust like the rest of us.

The Sun, never comes out.

the mondays and wednesdays belong to him

and i’ve been chasing the moon

slow-roasting wounds for a map of stars

Cards on the table.

i’m not really here.

i’m vacuum-sealed in a cabin, second planet from the edge of the universe.

i just wanted to know what love felt like.