protect your house
wrap it again and again
thick fabric no frays
hold it close to your
side body
rib cage
if its too thick to see through
patch it
layer it lightly
but more than once
hex your ex
heal your sister
lock your doors to make soup and other
beautiful things
hold it close to your
side body
rib cage
my house is on fire
he carried the matches in his left pocket
and the keys in his right
for this there is judgment
for this there is the tower
for this there is driftwood and
salvation
stones plaster and time cement
i don't want to see you again
my house doesn't want to see you again
we are searching for safety in anyway that fits
printed
deleted
folded and
burned

A pear that has been
peeled
that was more accurately what it felt like
when you traced
your finger
                                      ....
                                    :      :
                                  :         :
                                 :  
                               :
                               :
now I'm drying out
and simultaneously
sinking deep

Don't make me less soft
I want my fingertips to alternate
touch tip underneath
I'm not cold in your way
this is a sacred space
back drops
constellation of wrong movements
merge me with the source
unlike him
we have reference slits so we sit
in the right place
at the right
location
while I stand on a different coast
This was the final line I wrote
then tore out the page
dipped it in water
pasted it to something
more permanent than an internet connection
don't make me less soft
or you will find yourself
somewhere less sacred
with a loss of touch

Landline
Landlocked
Ants crawling to the center
As do I
Walk in oval
Shapes and shells
On her back
Permanent ink
Unlike these oil-soaked hands
Resting on knees
I am her and she is me
Laying on tile
Hands locked
Searching for land

There are four pillars next to me
I wish I were as stable
I only see U's
The soft underbelly
Of a stable structure
U U U U U U U U
I have been floating lately
Between now and months to come
I don't know where home is but
I'm on the inside looking out
and there's only water and air
divided by a horizon
If my words can't be read clear
I don't know how to speak
Silk soft silk soft silk
I want to wrap you
soft silk
I don't speak anymore
but can you still sense me?
soft silk soft silk
U U U U U U
you make me feel unlike myself
you make me feel I am taking up space
instead
If I could
I would wrap U
soft silk

Tourmaline
In the cracks
and splurging
from thick metal
on a ring
on a wrist
holding lightly
hands of my past
and hers too
three
seven
reasons
seven ways to say hello to a lover
the first way to draw them
with thin lines
and place rocks in the pockets
of both the left and right
sides
of a night
fall into a dream
the only one vivid enough
to remember
happens to be in a desert state
fetal on the dust
yellow from dirt
only one side of my body is connected
the other
held his head
and green bushes
pushed up to something bigger
in dreams, you can have dreams with others
ours was to paint
and spend the rest of our time together
you work your way into the cracks of my life
like tourmaline does too

We will wear new bones again
and even now
with no window to wake me
and the heat that sticks to your spine
I am happy
maybe the happiest I've been
and I still don't have those things
that I once thought I needed
every day
I lose something more
and weight releases
from the crevices of my new bones