a love poem for no one
the two of us on separate riverbanks watching fireflies in the mist, just beacons of lost time in the black night, feeling our molecules mend and bend knowing fully well hands will never touch, yet somewhere in the night somehow in the night, we are together, and nobody knows, nobody knows but us. fortune's rocks the moon is a smooth stone that i tossed into the ocean, it skipped four times then sank. i threw my body into the ocean, it said no and spit me out. 10/22/21 look at you, sitting in the dust and darkness of your own private tomb, wishing for better days knowing nothing lies ahead and all things from the past were a farce as for me? i chase the sun for a change and smile frequently enough that strangers comment on my teeth just know i am in love, please, pray it lasts. thursday thoughts teetering on the edge of boredom and suicide i looked out the window and saw the moon taunting me from the tarry sky “what the fuck do you want!?” i shouted but the moon said nothing and so i just sat there on the bed, teetering on the edge of boredom and suicide, while the moon fucked with me and my cat cried for more food someday when they find my corpse they’ll take all my poems and drown them in the bathtub. every wednesday i walk the stars at dawnbreak just to catch the sun in your eyes & grasp the dark between each star & attempt to construct your smile with constellations in the fading twilight before the sun sends the stars away, before the sun sends it all away Bio: Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 18 chapbooks and 2 collections of poetry. His forthcoming collection “The Ants Crawl In Circles” will be published by Whiskey City Press in Summer 2022. He runs Between Shadows Press. - Tohm. https://tohmbakelaspoetry.wordpress.com Instagram: @flexyourhead
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