Consequence

or chance the room off the library
with my scarf and coffee farts

but where was I?
Three floors down in the poetry

trashing the shelves
when I found you.

Hejira: a flight to escape danger.
I model myself on Icarus

and all the video games about him
that never sold. Orison the name

I give myself to give to you,
so that when we wed

we Arshile the graying moon.
Hum back the lights!

Spell me the British way!
I mewl, mining you for pity.