Ruin in Quarantine


Childhood scenes painted with water
Don’t run the same ways I’ve learned to

Yet I stay, found here again and again
I stay
The becoming of an artist or a lover
Never fully grown

I think myself in and out of boxes
Often enough to know
That this hopefully isn’t one of them

Raising my hands above my body
Frozen wind in my bones
I surrender

Wrap your mouth around me
In one gulp
You swallow me whole
Holding my eyes in yours

When you go, and we all will
I will be nothing more
Than water and carbon
Under the sky

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