by Leah Umansky
A friend says, you are so good at showing your love.
It seems harmless,
but feels like a forecast,
like soil that needs to be tilled.
She says, you are so good at showing your love,
but I, I have to say
it also feels like a heart drowned,
or an army of sinking ships.
I ask the world for what I want;
I spin myself willing narratives.
If I could throw a shade over the heart,
It would be easier