J. Wright
i. Start
Sometimes
these things
like the best things
take time
ii. Smile
I can’t remember
what I said
to make you smile
iii. Sure
I smoke
often
only
so that my hands
have something to do
iv. Sorry
You and I beneath
pale bluish skies
knit together
in birdsong
v. Skin
I fall out of bed
wearing the imprint
of my body
into something
soft, soon
and smooth
vi. Sighs
I miss you
like dawn
misses
the moon