Winding Down the Month of June

by Zachary Bissett
(Boston)

Moonlight and strewn asunder
under watchful gaze of
lover's eye.
Under-dressed and obvious.

Come to me. Crawl if you have to.

Don't worry
I can see your face by light of the moon
under the window
where fireflies are passing.

So delicately placed
only sober now.
“Slower.”
Rolling over and over
beneath shields of sheets
and fleeting confessions.
“Don't forget.”
“Will you remember?”

My ghost stands on the porch
and watches you leave forever
every morning.
I cannot keep myself together.

The summer will kill me.
The summer will leave me with nothing.

I'm so glad that I found you.