Juvenilia/My Sadness

let me take
a look at you

how you’ve grown

how long
has it been?
thirty years?

no

hiding inside me
you’ve gotten
so beautiful

every crude little bump
so smooth and rounded
black ice obsidian
pink gin lingers
in your mouth

i’m proud of you

we’ve been getting you
ready for so long now

it lifts my chest
by a strong rope breath

to see you
like this

i think we’re almost
ready