for Lindsay

sometimes your skin is
rose petals to my touch, and
just as fragile, too

for Lindsay

you’re bent over, rolling
and sometimes your laughter lifts
the walls over me

Passing the graveyard
i could be in your blanket
head full of magic

infected moon in
the night’s flesh warps my clouds around
knowing you love me

When you’re away with
the baby I pace the town
aching for the steps