since you’ve been growing
your hair out,

i’ve sewn you into my sleeve

the summer has already passed
turning on its heavy spokes,
and nothing seems to have faded
the way they professed to hope

so who’s to say this isn’t the best result?
i used to lament
this deep space,
like a meteor
spinning endlessly ablaze
to macerate the globe

then from the rubble
i saw you peeking out,

green-eyed, soft-spoken

ricocheting like a water bolt
i admit i put you on a pedestal
i was skeptical
to lay eyes on such a spectacle

but i expect it will stay respectable

(hello, it’s me:
inevitable, incontestable omnisexual)

and by the way, you are aware
–yes–
that i have loved you
longer than i’ve known you?