Because you have plucked out your feathers,
It's a little hard to see how you'd looked.
The leviathan blows two puffs;
The leftovers fall from the chiffonier.
Social media taunts me with time past and time present,
While I try hard not to think of the caveats of the body—
Generous with your mind, stingy with your breasts—
How our love lock hangs limp on a bridge in another town,
Never to be unlocked. I want to burn this city to the ground
Because you're in it; I want to do to you what winter does
With the cherry trees.