Featured Poem

Baby

I don’t think about you
in an iridescent way.
I don’t ever look
for you in the night.
I do not imagine
your endlessness.
When I think about you,
I think about myself.

And of other real things,
like dawn
on the crumpled sheet,
or the mountains.
The balance between fear
and believing in things.

You are not a wish.
You are a black and white
photo of water, hidden
somewhere in my room.

*First published in 32 Poems