by Joey Gould
I will love you again
dear me you stumbler
you swimmer you walking
past the boy calling your name hey
I will write of calling you will
right the need to be called of the need
of that need someone loved your love
but not you can I ask you
not to feel like you always have to ask
having circled yourself too long looking
down a pile of lanky sticks auguring
every time you butterflied a dead breast
looking in the fridge for out-of-codes
instead of lunch auguring sour
spoilage circling against your own
call song dear heart I don’t want you
to be sad anymore I wish
you’ll be happy you survived
listen: try to swallow
a compliment don’t take it
to the windshield unfortunate
cicada catch it keep those words
in a jar on the stand where you lay
your wallet bring it to the beach
take off your shirt go wading
with it introduce it to your sadness
so they can be friends