To Cielo Davila
I cry like an airplane, they say,
but I just love to sing. And I smile
at funny faces, and the green ocean.
I wear berets, I write in cursive,
and I love to bite my lip when
I’m thinking about the Greeks.
I’m never ever not thinking.
Someday I might love myself, but
I think I’ll be alone for a bit longer.
Samuel Swauger is a poet from Baltimore, MD. His writing appears in Tilde, Third Wednesday, and the Ghost City Review. His Twitter is @samuelswauger.