Magic Trick

Originally published on November 09th, 2019

I have dreamed you into a metaphor.
Cut off your limbs and replaced them with fireworks.
Stood back and waited for them to explode.

You are not the first boy I have thought I loved.
You are just reminiscent of him-
a dizzy, complex, beautiful, new thing.
But you are not a magic trick.
You are a firework.
I do not feel a need to understand you.