Lomelda's Wonder

Day Eleven

Give it all you got, you said
with a knee-bent kinesis. I've told him I
wanna call it off, you said.

An immutable April with so many bees
You, a Spielberg moment, dropping lines like velvety jackets
Give it all you got, you said.

A love affair in thirty poems. Sea-bottles for decanting
hearts, and blood and flesh. Don't
wanna call it off, you said.

One day, I didn't know I wasn't sleeping
and missed an appointment. For fuck's sake, gotta
give it all you got, you said.

I gladly bit bones out of myself, hoping for gold
worthy of a little bloom of sunshine. Will you
wanna call it off, you said.

You visited your mum. Confessed your soul
was no longer solo, even as April subpoenaed a shower.
Give it all you got, you said.
Wanna call it off, you said.

Lines lifted from Lomelda's song Wonder