Jonathan Bessette
“If we couldn’t get it right the first time, then let’s forget it,” “If the balancing act was uneven, then let’s tip the scales,” and “If deconstruction is a love language, then let’s burn it to the ground”
Lying amidst terra cotta
shards, in backyard rituals
we stared at a bleaching dot
of sun, hoped tanning might
remind us of no—bad—days. I told you
shards, in backyard rituals
we stared at a bleaching dot
of sun, hoped tanning might
remind us of no—bad—days. I told you