What Do You Know

by TIFFANY THAM

You don’t know
but I can turn flowers into knives.
Spring mornings,
your arms around me
sweet nothings in my ears
(will) be arrows through my heart.

You can’t know
but I will burn to light your tunnel.
Every summer afternoon,
your breath against my neck
peppery sand in my hair
(will) write you my life end.

You won’t know
but my leaves stay dark emerald.
Autumn evenings,
your chill in my bones
long nights in my days
(will) feed the lead in my heart.

You will never know
but my eyes bleed rivers.
Every winter night,
your voice a broken record
my mind a carousel of memories
(will) break down the walls I built.