Do you
have a hyphenated-identity too?
Do you make me
or is that
upside-down-backwards?

We take so many ideas back.

You lick the old scars on my arm
you let the bugs in my stomach live
live.

Blue-black brick buildings
and jars and jars
of green dreams you've had
about me

It's all
about me

Did you build me in your
miss-matched
reddish-green bed-
room.
Painted or maybe born out of song
so
tie your wires
build your allegiances

there's too much water in the air

You know
I'm on step three
of the grieving process now
three whole days
and like frozen cream
you roll on my teeth
my tongue

dripping

You used to be warm
and stretched over oceans
and oceans
when I used to know the bones
in your
face

it's all about me

Presence
and more narrow
you in my bubbles
and my
thoughts

click