Sometimes I want good days to end
before they can be outsourced
to the unknown—he is enigmatic,
beguiled at the fear I wear
at night, he appears alone &
never cries—and why would he?
The mirror wouldn’t show
so he never cries under timid stars,
never cries like me.
In night’s throes I wonder
who governs god when the sun sets
& who let Earth be a heartbreaker.
Out of all my earthly experiences,
being human is the worst—
a blood bath on a cold night
& even Earth knows how it feels
for skin to break under the slightest
pressure. When he takes me to his home
on Planet X, so does he.