Poem Without Love

You hurt my feelings

I say to the trees. You never

ask me how I am I whisper

to the breakfast taco, before

an indelicate but determined bite.

I miss you, I confront

the chair in the stranger’s yard.

Your strong + silly arms. Your sin-sturdy legs.

Why don’t you                  me I embroider

in green thread onto a yellow t-shirt

on sale (jk I don’t do that. I pur-

chase bananas and toothpaste). Oh,

is this where you go? I murmur

to my car, who has a secret name.

Can you hear me? I gesture

mutely to the parking lot. The trees

do not answer; they’re trees,

                        and know better.