with me

intention today is
to be like that huge, 

obscene rose

I don’t remember

discussing the balsamic moon

but you said so

to feign synchronicity

w/ data suggesting 

my going off

spiritually

I still really,

really love you

singing all these

big deals, I really

hope upward

my control panel, wet

dream of a ballad

was it stardom?

was it vulnerable

applause 

I love, earlier I thought

I love

an idea like

your regular pillow

tomorrow

I’m still 

the obscene rose

the omniscient intention

to have everyone be 

in really, really

still love