Blue Rock LII
You decided to look out from the window
to admire a branch in burnished clouds. I choose
to give you permission to break off
our engagement. You concluded
it was all a lie. I’m rejected once more
despite my labors. You decided to bare
your mons with a razor. I grip nothing
in small measures. You concluded there’s
no breakout from materialism. I am,
you insist, every defect you’ve selected.
Blue Rock LIV
We planted patio grills and point-and-shoot cameras
to crop up as BLTs all summer. We harvested
what would rend us. You tried so hard
to prepare me for a permanent-press, split-level
cul-de-sac. We planted a set of invisible slates
to crop up, depending. Maybe I still do. We
harvested a part of yourself to prepare shelving
Mason jars in a marriage. We planted this
relationship with the antilock brakes applied
to crop up in crossfire. Maybe I don’t deserve you.
We harvested muskmelons and blueberries
we’d prepare to sell door-to-door through apartments.