Night: delicate scent of lavender
scattered on bedroom wallpaper.

Rain-soaked darkness – wafting
through the open window in waves.

I sit on my bed sipping black coffee
with branches of constellations

tangled around my brain like
holiday lights crisscrossing a city

evergreen on New Year’s Eve, when
the snow reflects muddled hues. Girl

splattering

words
onto paper – hey, June, it’s summer,

tattoo your body with the perfume
of citrus orange, all its sweetness
and terrible acidity

scorching your tongue
like a nervous kiss?

Tonight: explain this glowing nostalgia
yet metallic future to me,

all these emotions whirling
in a black massive inconceivable sky,
extract phrases

unless you can’t.
Then don’t.

Just release your pen
and savor a breath, washing in

the vast inexpressible.