Everything that stands out to me
becomes you
Every day, you rise up
in something new
Today is Monday and you are a pendulum
in all forms—
consequence lever inside a big clock—
excessive sadboi love
poem instrument from Poe—
like a supermoon
you shoot straight at my center
I claw my way into a pile of mumps
This is how it is
This is how it is
If I am writing a book about you
it must be a
dictionary