if you were looking for a reason to return—by Leah Nieboer
prolonged separation creates ultraviolet parameters.
the acacias have gone mad.
—concordant with paradoxical proportion,
it’s canning season,
the strawberry jam’s on the stove,
etc., etc.,
—quit the stagnation zone.
only so many operatic revolutions will win me back.
happiness is an anomaly.
a yellow clustered paradox.
or is it parody?—
there’s a kink in the hose.
an otherness of mind rearranges to infinity.
extract the honey—
if only our instruments had been precisely tuned.
if I’d kept something good outside of you,—
did I mention the cicadas are out.
the tomatometer’s at full throttle,
you’ve become impossible to see.
you—abstracted me.
come clean.
wouldn’t you rather slingshot the curve of my thigh.
its gravitational pull.
x over y...
the strawberries keep confessing you to me.
a yellowness of mind rearranges to infinity.
what if we were only an experiment—
a once in a lifetime alignment.
can Love and Propulsion solve for x?—
cross the Is,
tangle and untangle the coordinates,
—there’s a kink in it.
I don’t want to be resigned to pain.
the given axiom.
its gravitational pull.
wouldn’t you rather—
