When they program our phones to our brains,
I want to be sure they give my eye camera
the right prescription. Full on focus like my eyes
can’t do. I fell in love because I saw you clearly.
Saw the yellow house where this inevitably ends,
with my blood on your hands. You’re a monster in
reverse. A peach tree about to bloom. Take me under
and tangled in roots. I revolt at being buried, but do
love arms so.