April 2

With each day
the melons
ripen to rot
And each day
the aging mirror 
relentlessly seek
perfection

April 1

Summer in my room
rolls up his sleeve

Exquisite he is
whispers the
dry fallen leaf

Forgetful

Love you
I said
and yet
forgot to send
red roses on
your birthday

Before
a tired
sleep
the ceiling
is a rectangle
a mere roof
everywhere
everyday