For Z: How I Remember You

If he ever told you
about the sky and
how it’s been lined
in vertical lyrics,

You’d storm. 

You’d pace his iris, circling
and searching for a corner
to find comfort.

You’d shift in your seat.

You’d watch his lips string
vowels and consonants,
too honest and perplexed
for a sunny afternoon.

You’d listen; believing
the rasp can be uncluttered,
thinking his nomadic chest
can be unbuttoned.

But his intelligence
is all just a tease.

He takes every manic pixie
dream girl to her knees.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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