your murderers were the last
to touch you in this world
torpid song on repeat
pulled down the
rocky slope
I hold the shirt you left behind
the bottom was
visible before the descent
hours days months later
your shirt is gone
no I am wearing it
covered in cuts
layers of dust on my skin
still confident in gravity
still sliding down when
up now feels
too far
away
a spider’s web is
made of digested
fly brains wings hairs
legs tears pheromones
flies attracting flies after death
dissolving us into the endeavor of love
hold me to your song it is delicious
death attracting flies like life
hear you one more time
in middle of night
tooth it open
love all unloved
parts without pause
Dear Ghost flickering with
flames that no longer hurt
deflated lungs expanding
YOU SAY They Can Only
Burn A Faggot Once
the spirit of
your flowers is
my favorite shelter
we were in love is
the main
thing
faintest green light in
tree pulls me forward
whenever life is
beautiful makes
me think of you
carry color of the
forest to be with
you to belong to
this world with
you to have what
we have and that is it
yes the present
is between the
past and future
but is too radical
to be called
the middle
every
single
human
ambition
cultivated by
fear of death
it is not failure
but age you smell
I am often disgusted with
life here without you
despondence
growing sinister
the kind of fear when you
don’t care if you
scrape the car while
leaving the parking lot
before the police arrive
today we give love the
same abandonment
Dear Earth it is okay to not
roll the stone back uphill
we rent memory storage in the world you
left behind but Elizabeth still channels
the grandmothers for free
little wonder in this
dell of broken treaties
daisies bend under
our slightest breath
you did not answer
after you died
it is when
I learned
to be
lonely
everywhere
between dreaming and crying
until it calcified
and fell
off
