Poems for the Signs

by Michaela Angemeer

the tortoise cinnamon buns a hug after two years the last two minutes of a vanilla-scented candle an old t-shirt munchies at midnight not taking advice inertia a forest nymph worn-in work boots on the front porch sharpening a pencil to the last inch your childhood best friend's phone number taurus

is it mercury retrograde or would i still miss you either way

i thought i would always love you but while i was standing in the sun you kept looking for shade the more i nourished the more you withered i tried to make us last longer

emptied my cup to fill up yours until i learned that there’s no point in watering somethin...