the eve of eviction

endurance is a kind of patience
  like watching leaves fall
                                       & flutter
                                       like feathers
                                       back to
                                       Earth

           I’m never saying goodbye
             now that you introduced
                 yourself / there’s a gift
                         in transit:
                I can’t be anywhere else

I have to have it
 
I’m stuck to your side
like Eve and I’ll give a rib
just to be near you
            infatuation isn’t the half of it
  
  Sincerely,
 
—LM