I.

monkeys
who forgot they’re monkeys,
focused on some sweetness that perished there
A long time ago—

Depraved. for a firmament everywhere,
purple and aimless.

II.

I looked at you in the blood-red lights

So I asked, Blanket me, Ursa Major,
by our nectarean memories of
childhood, where, through our old home’s
vents, we slept to our mothers’ voices.

III.

Empathy tasted yellow,
jonquil, popular springtime.
It was dilated across the world and nothing
has made me happier.