worse words

there are worse ways

to write poetry.

i am made of petals

blowing in the road

i am swept around

in traffic and underfoot

stomp me into the street tar with love

i know the soles of your shoes

like the palm of my hand

i know where you have been

and i know where you are going

and please, take me with you,

there are worse words to

tattoo on your breast

i am every phone call “i love you”,

i am every “get home safe”.

i am words in the air

i am nothing; i am here

only because i love you

mari jagt, 2020.