i'll spare
    the kick-drum
your overturned ashes,

      your northern         spaces:


these

   clouds will
      congregate—

these

     chemicals will
        whirl round and round.

i am everything you need:

anchored,
linear along this dais—

red, dying.

i don't
know you anymore; i

i am

pink sky,
     red-tipped flames
i cut the forest in
you.

The time I whispered
"Mascara on your cheek"

I knew I loved you.

You fished mirror, tissue
And fixed

And thanked with such
Sweet smile and

I knew you loved

Reflection in glass

Sour cloud

One drop

Rain

Window

in the

middle (our
love

sails)

of the night.

heavy air, close thunderclouds
closing, now

closer than breath
(breathe, thunderclouds,

breathe)

The deep dark
Earth

Mouth full
Of deep dark
Earth

I finally

Lonely

Learned
This red mouth

To speak

If I could, above anything
I would paint the world
Flake white
But it would soon
Get *****.

Love Mary x

i don’t know why you
told me not to die;when the
quiet settled, i thought i heard
your agony. i asked the
(moon to
hold you/instead of rising
like you do. instead of dying
like you do.

i shattered;
docile, sweeping, the sun rose
in misty greys, greens, and you
looked like unravelled yarn/ i want
to wrap you together, press you close,
knit your branches in the cold.