October 22nd, 2011

Now, you are sitting beside me
silent as a storm cover
while I am busy digging knives in
you are sitting in the bathtub
tears from your eyes,
streaming from the shower head

                                           unrelenting
I decide then,
to trace your spine
fill it in with all I have left
as I reach, Sammi barges in
to tell me she is leaving
“rave.”
my automatronic head nods
feigns disappointment

And thanks my insides it was not her here with you instead

Suddenly;
             paper walls crunch
your        tree limbs loose leaves
             bread bones mold
             milk skin curdles
            egg white eyes boil
and the window sills rot black like                   death to the both of us

We are liquids straining in the kitchen sink
dripping softly from wire mesh to oblivion

Or I to your brother
who is in the kitchen, forsaking his god
while you cough up that black widow lung
and I am left to wonder how someone doesn’t just
drop
dead

from that sort of thing

I never spoke to God about it,
but I had a feeling we were close

Because
when the clock had spun five times
you left the room with jack
and with that liquid courage cooking your insides,
you kissed me softly,
in moonbeams          and fire

and I was born for the second time