Space

The closest you can come to me
is just as close as I can come,
as close as tiny particles
can come to other particles,
as close as anything can be
to anything, which is to say:
infinitesimally close
but never close enough to touch.

Justice

Anteros answered my prayer,
and the curse is a deep one:
we share it like a huge piece
of hideous, too-rich cake,
eating from it long after
it begins to sicken us--
this, the last thing we will share.

Baking

Sometimes I make apple pie,
but there's no one to eat it.
It sits there on my table
until it begins to mold,
and then I throw it away:
a waste of ingredients,
not to mention of my time.