a wrinkle
a time in space
i trace sharpie
across the lines of your face

we age this way
knobbed-knuckled
our big toes
pointing further from north

you wonder about the men you’ve slept with
about women who call lovers lovers
and think,
is one more too many?

pennies as worthwhile as bottle caps
speckle the jar of your body
i trace sharpie
across the lines
of your chest
sternum
sturdy
sunspots,
my speckled egg.

we build a home in a bottle
vibrate our distant futures
lock jaws and sing elvis
smoke **** and sing elvis
unhinge doors with bare paws
carve a bed
sift thru silt to mold our mugs
a bedsheet the length of your fingerprint
the floorboards doubled over and moaning

this house is a haunt
black cat & broom
fog rising thru the rug
the doorknob waits.

this morbidity