sofia fey

"I WANT TO TEXT YOU BUT I'M TIRED OF LOOKING AT SCREENS,"

& I hate to be negative here, but I know how this goes:

you marvel at the morsels of sun between

my fingers, I find a lucky penny in your attention

you seem grounded– but you always do. even earth

missteps when her grass is shaken. & you can’t be dirt

to me. you can bring some though, & I’ll bring
some. but my thing is, where do I get the seed?

or what do we plant instead? I want less diagrams
& more carbonation. I want to stop mourning you

before we’ve met. give me your shoelace,
anything, I’ll plant it. or– we will