how to grieve when they are still breathing
my nose is (hands are)
over my lips, chin, and too wide hips.
cry//die//fire burns my bones brittle.
my bed does not call me.
instead, it grabs hold of my ankles
i do not mind drowning in silk sheets. caskets are uncomfortable
and i am sure my maker//my mother
would want to see me asleep.
there is no grave.
you are buried deep in a city littered with cigarettes
and my old scissors. the ones covered in blood
from the soft-belly of your forearm.
she holds you and
traces the circles you carved in another lifetime.
asks no questions//offer no answers.
flowers on the windowsill.
i watch as they wilt. wither. will this be my goodbye.
if your body wandered through my front door,
i would not know you by name.
the girl hearing voices. vices.
hers were -lovers -liquor -lace underwear.
sprinting sober in boxers. is it me?
say a prayer//please//pretend
you are not a dead man walking.