Even as the sun warms the concrete the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.
how does an afternoon turn on its axis?
anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth, cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.
and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud
I myself should never have been born
I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary until I smell like the bones until I am its echo…
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
I would always rather be happy than dignified. Rather held than held in awe.
The storm passes without snow. The car waits loyally in the back lot.
The sin is existing.
You’ve spent a lifetime training for this.
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers, my back a misguided quote
We stop doing dishes while a mile unwinds from the tree outside.
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.
Listen to me: I know the winter gloom in mid-summer…
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight, and there are already way too many fragments in this house