No Easy Bake 

Everything I Never Told You


It’s rarely ever simple for
men or women, even as
they lie entwined in bed.
Sharing their lives and secrets.
There’s always the flickering
of the night light,
stars catching flame overhead.
What is it that lovers need
to love endlessly, a flight map
of scars, the coordinates to
Neverland? What if
the compass is broken?
Can we draw another map.
In the morning we’ll venture
out beyond eggs and grits
to the edge of the moon
where it might be possible
for us to hold on or let go.

-Tosha Michelle

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