We Were Never the Same

September 8, 2017


The world will always have sour plums
and I will always want them.
Love is a surprise party in another country.

He arrived to be the king of desire, of naming
the thing you want and then changing 
its name. Prince of promise—

of getting the hell out of dodge.
We were never the same. Plum-colored universe,
spring sizzle of bees, cherry moon

of attention. Human hand. Bodies
scrubbed clean to match the rooms
behind our eyes we’ll fill with bliss.



To read the collection of poetry dedicated to Prince, go to