Piccolo Tesoro

 the intersection of our stars happened on an early October morning

when I laid you on my chest, pink and perfect, and so very mad at me

and the world.

From that day to this we have lived our lives in mutual orbit,

but i can feel gravity's tired hands loosening their grip.

Other fathers send their children

flying into the world like sweet little birds.

i'm sending you out a wolf.

And i know you will eat this world alive.