for YG

your eyes
are the tangent i go off on
when i’m in that
3am dark-except-for-the-light-under-the-door
zone of nearsleep
huddled under three blankets
trying to think away the chill

and i shiver under the covers
alone
and go off
on the tangent
of what your arms
would feel like
if we spooned

and as i turn over
trying to chase away
your distraction
i take off
on another tangent

the tangent of your hair
and whether it would
still smell like your shampoo
or smoke instead
as your naps
crawled across my cheek
when you kissed
the hollow
of my throat