we dance around the chambers of my heart like strangers in the dark— our love has always been a losing game this place is falling
I must hold on to this warmth, but delicately, like a bumblebee in cupped palms Flitting from crease to crease Wary That its yellow touch
i’m sorry i tried to stop youwhen you swallowed another girl in the bathroom.cut her up with a butcher’s knife until her skin stuck to
I bear an open hand & flat palm I was taught that this was the way to carefully coax animals to eat when they are
chivalry isn’t dead, so i walk you home in the dark past the church and the middle school. with two girls, it’s always a question.
Let me serve you/ Let me do things to you/ the way you want me to/ Let me help you feel good/ and leave me
—After Hieronymus Bosch I. I came to this party early, and I would like to leave it. I’m corralled in the kitchen, where the drinks
Are you just someone new I might wake up to for a while? The touch of your fingertips a spell to conjure worth from wasted
Make cotton feel like silk and drugs come on stronger Blur tequila-fueled fantasies of men in patterns into citrus curls and tobacco lipstick I touch
your leg twitched asleep, your comfort was astounding. i thought you were in love with me prompting piercing swallows each bluer than the last. now
Smashed heads Brain soup “Don’t talk Like that I’m gonna yak” You started Another silent sidewalk My aimless body emasculated Drifting under a Draped limb
or was it not like that, the way she came together. There are lessons or at least one letter, left of consonantal divide where
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