My Head, Your Bear Trap

I was subject
but needed
a verb.

In your
skin I am
well.

We met through
the stacks.

You roared
your roars.

I miss my
collarbone.

Some boys came
out.

We
moonwalked.

It’s already
tomorrow.

We go missing. I
hide inside your
mouth for warmth.

Your voice tickles
the top of my
chin.

We are
We are
We are

We aren’t.

You call me
dollface I
call you
dickface.

This arrangement
is not
working.

I’m pushing your face into the sand. Knocking down your kings. Drowning your queens in the moat.

You’re going
down you’ve
stolen my
blackouts I
will break
you.

I can’t sing the
blues. It’s

been 16 hours.

I’m starting to
think I’m awesome
without you.

I count your fingers from a window. Not one, but two, but so long. It was something like tomorrow. I saw your face on a bus.

You told me to keep moving.

The knives are in the wrong drawers. Your lips vomit up through the drain in the sink. I’ll try to keep you in your place.

They ain’t ever been in love like this.

We hit the Delta. I’ve been here before. I’m older. When I turn to look back you are looking at a pregnant woman crossing the street.

I blow the red. I never get you back.