a study: mid-bloom half-rot,
my name has traveled so long to find me.
a chest full of unfurling petals dripping
nectar wet. waiting. i have begun to discover want. &
this throat starts defining itself into something
else. what makes / us / want / a definition that begins with
boy to blue to beyond. roadside attraction: decay / renew.
discard absent uses of me. for i am pine trees,
hibiscus wrinkles, midnight headlight illuminations, swollen rivers,
scattered deferences, aster flowers, & wayward
dogs without a whistle.
my name has rhymed with god for as long as i
Caleb Lovelace is a queer writer & poet that lives somewhere near a river in Florida. His poetry has appeared in Horn & Ivory Zine, Déaciné Magazine, and Bombus Press. He can be found at arckhaic.com& on various social media @arckhaic.