You said it was okay to blame
what goes wrong on the planet

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

Empty vessels
make the most sound, I think,
as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.

I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…

If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

the man is stayed bent over the canvas
of my sofa. the man is me the man is him
self and I bring down the whip…

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat