Buzzing Wild

Day 3 also included breaking in my pasta machine for the first time, so I’m pretty thrilled this is here at all!

Buzzing Wild

And what if I said —
I am searching for my whole
green island, buzzing wild.
Heart-harbor reaching out to hold
your lovely galleon.Your cheeks
lapping gentle shores, my hands
caked in crystalled salt. Whether
or not you remember the sea
we met in, whether or not
you spat out the signal fire,
I have run my magnets over all
your fingers and realigned your poles.
Draw yourself in ley lines
to the lap of my verdigris.
Abandon your compass rose.
I would have said. To feel
your eyes, like buried treasure,
hiding beneath my soot-drawn cross.