i chew words like “i’m good” until they taste of
bright mercury, i eat pills and see purple flashes
morph into your tongue, when i'm in the supermarket
i watch pale boys buy watermelon and detergent,
the sky cracks like eggs on a sunday morning and
heaven is crying with tears that smells of perfume
i watch girls with beautiful palms and salmon pink
lipstick whispering a name that will burn of acid rain,
i used to write novels about your prominent veins,
the sun is getting weak, and my hands are shaking,
my eyes are screaming, my tongue
feels tough, my skin is crying on naked bones in
the dead body of mine, i am covered in scars carved
into my soul, i swim in the lake until i feel the
salt searing against my liver, i have green
lungs, grey bones, pastel eyes, blue wrists, no heart;
i find queens in the shadow of a beautiful man and
i never read the magazines but i look at the photos
i know that god is somewhere between my shoulder blades
but i can't turn my head enough to look into his eyes