I polish and paint my love
black inside my pocket
promise it will split the heavy evening
we share

We can turn the moonlight off–
run away and not exist
in one simple reflection and
a complicated conversation

I will kill my conscious, if you like,
with coffee and medication
so I can feel your lonely kiss
in the morning

Source text: Bright Eyes, “Lua”

Jennifer Todhunter is a number nerd by day, word fiddled at night. She enjoys dark, salty chocolate and running top speed in the other direction. Find her at www.foxbane.ca or @JenTod_