Sonnet

How to raise plants with no sunlight

Soon I’ll be headed back to the East Coast,

where the moon will turn from yellow to gray.

I feel you try to make love to my ghost

Which makes me feel used and gross and decayed.

Out here: out west, I get to stand alone

and know places you’ll never get to know.

Nothing forces me to answer the phone

when you reach out, desperate to threaten my growth.

Google, “How to raise plants with no sunlight”,

Or pretend you don’t know you’re killing me.

Cover me in yourself, smother me right,

Lock me in your pocket, swallow the key.

Send me an email as soon as you land.

Drive me off bridges to reach out your hand.