colonizer

we are colonizers

cannonballs
shot across the water
projectiles of pain

crashed out past
our own keening

who but desperation 

would pursue such
disruption

we come from
nowhere

we come from fire

we come from night

we drink the sea
as it pours
down
our
faces

This is your love poem.

It can’t get any worse, 

so we might as well be in love.

I hold you like language, gravity, sleep— 

the things that hold me back.