Forgiveness, or On Eating in Front of You​

After changing into baggy, already-stained
t-shirts, we set up the feast. Plastic containers
everywhere, we always order too much
garlic naan, and today I want to apologise

Starch​

I dream of the smell of starch at midnight—
when we are the best kind of drunk, someone
I love saying I love cocktails it’s like drinking juice
and then you’re happy all of a sudden—

Endearment​

Inching through ridge and rind,
your knife breaches this fortress
of hardiness, green hide giving way
to pods of gold. What beguiles you