selective serotonin

after midnight

let the leftovers rot.
let the last candle burn.

let the clocks think
whatever they want.

this is the night,
says the night, you were given.

the hour, each hour,
you’ve lost.

so lean into me, love
kiss the blue children.

come cast our brief
shadows together.

let the wet branches lash
the black windows like death.

let me lie down
beside you forever.

 

i wanted to skim over that night,
calcifying my shame into something blurry

and manageable,

like a rumor about a stranger.