you are too much for me—your hands flying
like dragons with their long bones,
your solar heat, your sharp axe tongue.
I love you, but I can’t stand your moods.
Sometimes you hold me in your wings
and sing such beautiful songs, but most days
I am crushed. My ears ring. My eyes are always burning.
Maybe we could be casual friends
who see each other on the weekends.
Or what if we tried texting?