no one loves me like these folk faeries
nick, joni and vashti—
i know what my life is made up of
not gold, not honey
just pawnshop blues, jazz and muses
rumi, eliot, frost, lana and you
that’s all of it
my life is you
so instead of dancing around with twenty-seven year olds
serve me peace on a plate
and i’ll happy
for once