I feel as though
I am viewing the world
through a poor staid crystal
which at the moment
blocks out every frequency I can utter.
A block in my mind,
and I feel like you may feel
like I’m being corny
if I tell you I miss you again,
but I cannot think of any way to say it differently.
What is your favorite kind of flower.
I will draw you a picture of it with my kindergarden skills,
and fold it flat as a frog flattened lily.
So stray not from the heights,
for I will enfold you with the stars.