IN TERMS OF HEAT

one day, someone else can be your protagonist as long as i am mentioned

somewhere in your footnotes. what i mean is

try remembering me.

it might seem easier than breaths, than bike rides, right now

but you should know

i am a nothing— a sweet one. floating southwest toward your sun-swallowed equator

so that I can catch the rays of your smile, let them scintillate in my vision cast them into a black sky

and watch them become the stars. collect them all again

to fill my pillowcase

in the hopes that i will dream you more vividly tonight.

i feel sometimes like we must exist outside of time—

but how can you exist

outside of something that doesn’t exist? what i mean is

i want all of my seconds with you and some firsts,

and a footnote.

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