What Spring Does to Cherry Trees

The nourishment of an unreasonable love

Neck Tattoo — circa 2023.

Every day, you play with the filth and light of my little world. You don't knock. You don't text. You never knock. You never text. You appear. A ghoul with bare ankles. A ghost with smeared eyeliner. You stink of Dutch gin and hairspray. You smell like masculine regret has rubbed off on you in the melee.

You do not appear as some…