Pinot. milkteeth gnawing
a panicked black ledge
a void room. You, me. This.
an ill, a retrospectre
sunk like a lung
A thread into parchment
I made mantras of you and
my body, a chain of command
that obeyed itself over and
over, clay wrestling its
gentleness to stone
We are unreasonable.
brittle ghosts lodged
in a lock that is locked
around itself. A strange loop
But here
Oh, here
I mutter “I am blessed”
and I hear “you are blessed”,
sometimes she bleeds in sync,
blooms just so, epiphany
naked in the doorway, strung pink and
dewed with realization, a kiss upon a kiss
many sweet algorithms
when you’re a girl and you see in real time someone falling head over heels in love with you, I know God exists
a little paper crane
infinitely combustible and
creased in ecstasy