my precious bundle of birds 

migrate North upon a thousand 

cardstock wings.

inked underbellies 

protect my love,

hold my sorrow,

relay my pain.

conceived once under moonlight,

my elbow-folded letters

flap themselves to you now

during the piercing realness of day.

their midnight fledge,

abetted by tide ruled emotions,

soon shed all wistful appeal at dawn

yet secretly,

 i still hope they make it,

swooping finally upon your doorstep

and never to return at mine.

to ask you to be mine, and only mine,

would make me a thief.

to rob the world of you 

and all you offer,

to take you all for myself 

with all your affection

and gentleness

and kindness 

would make me 

the greatest criminal 

mankind has ever seen.

no, no

i wouldn’t want that.

experiencing you

should be just that,

an experience.

what is monogamy to the Sun anyways?

you are a light of this life

and in the same way I cannot 

jar and lid 

the sun’s rays,

i must bask in you

while you still shine for everyone else too. 

-C.N.

đẹp quá

Beautiful thing 

Take my logic 

And science

And factual evidence 

Whisk them together 

Roll the dough

Croissant me 

Into a being 

Of feeling,

Richness, 

excessive layering 

The kind of novelty 

That travels beyond its homeland 

Into the bellies of

 foreigners alike who

May not know the language

Or history

But know that 

they are tasting 

A damn fine good thing 

And that 

Is real

scrap my sides clean of everything I have to offer 

and when you’ve drank from my last sip 

dispose of my shell and all the inedible parts 

leave me withered and yellowed

and i’ll just be happy that you found me worth taking from