ode to j.m.

ah my old friend
my pale old friend
for what reason have you crept out of your grave tonight
what point are you making
you've made me feel unsafe

that's not like you at all

why are you being unjust
frightening
a ghost
tonight of all nights

my old friend my sunflower
my eyes, restless.
wondering whether the blueness of the window
will show faces unexpected
my friend do not resent me
i apologize

for making you the sole object of my poems

this is not a poem. its a letter. its a plea.
spare me for the night
and i shall never seek you again

in darker places.