Graffiti

Pennsylvania has thousands of runaway
minks on the loose.
Everyone online seems to want
to have the best death stories
(“look at me & how fast I can fall!”)
There is a slight chance
the comet will pause and wink at us.

There is a secret tenderness
right around lunchtime.
Nobody would guess how deep
the trench around our hearts goes.
When you know, you know.

Fireflies are missing, Ophelia is coming,
and still the Rothkos wait for me.