Sta.sh
the eyepatch and the handcuffs his hands have promised
to wipe off every fingerprint
your last lover left on you
he has sworn he will
wear gloves, when he needs to,
and pay attention to the instructions on the boxes
"this side up"
and "fragile"
and you have sworn
you will try to let him
i hear your bodies whispering these things to each ot
past daily deviations:
blue baby bluesi.
peacock feathers of smoke
brush over my calves
the plumage working its way
through the stockings & skin
to nestle into the muscle
where it will root like an acorn
and grow into an oaken pair of wings
to lift my feet from hardwood floors
so i can dance
with my knuckles brushing against the ceiling fan
ii.
swimming, not drowning.when you're waist-deep in a love you know you shouldn't have even dipped your toes into, you spend a lot of time cursing the current. you try to stamp your feet but find the sand's up to your ankles and seaweed is tied in bows around your calves. the waves begin to climb, breaking on your collarbones and splashing your face. breath seems to take up more space in your chest. you bring air into your body in the shortest bursts possible and it spills back out like machine gun fire.
sometimes, though-- mostly in the first hours after sunrise, when you're alone with the space she inhabited on your couch and her perfume on the back of your knees--
En dur ing
an·te·ced·ent
And I spoke to my walls, discovering that the only difference
between them and her was
a coat of paint and a pulse,
and often-- just the pulse.
frickin' wild! i hope you are all doing well! i have two jobs and it's cool and stuff!
i released an album like a month ago and it's alright and it's pay what you want so you can get it for freeeeeee!
