momentary courage

Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his

momentary courage

paint me a picture of the moon.

the one we saw that night when

we met in that bar i kept passing 

on the way back to my apartment.

when i caught your face—golden

as the beer in your hand,

smiling, as if the world had invited you

over for the time of your life.

i don’t believe in love 

at first sight, but i knew 

in an instant that i

had to find out

what you were like.

i wanted to dissolve the window 

between us.

i wanted to melt between the walls 

and slip in to see 

what i was missing.