i wish to forever be in sweet stillness.
let me remember:
the staring at the vast skies.
the cute weirdness in your stories—
how you believed in witches in brooms and not in santa.
let me remember the longing —
to make you a love poem like neruda’s
though we both knew im no good.

to the only star that stared back at me tonight, i asked:
what’s with my sweet longings?
but the star just moved in minute angles—
speaking in its own language which is like:

sweet longings, my ass, jen.
what madness brought you here?

(jen.05/05/2007)