by Charlotte Knight

Today the doctor asked if I was planning on
keeping it     Right now it is a little grainy moon
distorted by dark waves that I know 

with the slightest change of tide
might pull us closer together     Being in love is like

drowning in space oh baby     you gaslight me so hard 

The days when you pretend we do not know each other
fill me with all this understanding for foxes
how they scream in the night for want of sex     Imagine

your reaction to something concrete
proof of a world in which we have both existed
momentarily    even if it is just this

this malformed pearl     ready to be crushed