By: Josh Borders
Hometown: Kaufman, TX
You gather and eat of the rusted
and dusty green pea soup cans,
their contents – like neon milk – splashed
into a copper bowl. I watch your swollen hand
lift a trembling spoon to bright blue lips.
We found a Love Actually DVD in the heap
of cars with their busted-out windows and tires
hopelessly deflated. It was miraculous!
A cinematic classic, left for us. Nothing remains
but to watch. Chuck the bowl! Grime up the sink! But
O, my circumstantial love, do not curl beside me.
A siren secret, I have for you. I will blare
it across the room. We may be the only ones
left, but can’t you understand?
I am already too whole