Cowardice

Today, at exactly four in the afternoon, as the gods of wind and rain assembled the clouds--in three quarter time no less--I felt brave. Just briefly. By 4:04, perhaps sooner if I’m being honest, all the fear had returned as:

Buddhism

Your (very specific) eyelashes

The likelihood of dying young

Ivory statues

The men

The women

“I think you know who you are.”

Pygmalion (mythology)

The crook of your nose in stone

Sculpture; nonsense.

Patterns

All the heavens, in all the worlds

Cells

 My habit of blaming the moon, Venus, Ovid, and the tides

for not kissing you

(neither you me) twice.