March Poem of the Month

February & my love is in another state


so when i walk down the street, i hold hands

with the wind. there’s a chimney coughing

up ahead & a sky so honey, i could almost taste it.

a cat struts away from me & two yellow eyes


become four: just like that,

i’m the loneliest creature on this block.

soon the streetlights will come alive

& television sets will light up with blues.


stay with me. while the sky is still golden,

hold the ladder so i can climb, & from

the highest rung, i can scrape away a drizzle

of light to wear around my neck. alone


is the star i follow. in love & in solitude:

alone is the home with the warmest glow.