My taxi driver turns up
the love song for both of us.
Later tonight
I’ll manage my soul lightly
so as not to touch against yours.
I’ll shoot honest, won’t mess
with the spread, careful
not to fuck with the game.
In all my work
I’ll mimic the browned roofers,
laying down shingle
after shingle. I’ll wash cups
after dinner parties,
leave the house at an
appropriate time,
wish for sensible things.
I’ll work like a dog.
Yes, this is a prayer.
I know you are listening.
Lovesong
Zoe Berger is a queer, Filipino-Jewish writer based in Brooklyn. Her poems have been published or are upcoming in The Poetry Society of New York’s journal Milk Press, Antiphony Press, Wild Roof Journal, and The Naïve Journal, and she recently completed a residency with Tupelo Press to refine her manuscript for a forthcoming book of poems. Her work explores cyclical patterns of nature and the limits of primal bodies. She can be found on Instagram @sadspot.