I am singing some purple note,
hoping to be caught fish-style
with hook by some greater talent.
Because there is a lake in me
emptied. And I have given
all my love, spent a
Ferris wheel ride
wondering at the skyline
if all the buildings
in the distance
will soon collapse
at the weight of
my own willingness.

(originally published in Ygdrasil, Winter 2021)