Chapped Lips

by Cory McClellan

I can’t talk to you anymore,
annealing tunes of hypomania has made me thirsty.

Home remedies for cracked vermilion:
praying in the shower,
writing on wet paper,
mouthing kaleidoscope patterns.

I kissed you once when you were sleeping;
candy canes on fire,
stealing homes from honeybees.

This infatuation is just as much your fault as it is mine.
I thought you could change my lips into flowers.