you are here and you are whole my initials are printed on your cellophane skin you paid to have someone else mark you to say "this is the last time" "this is my home"
you have made me into a saddened poet and nearly a mother our names used to run together justlikethis now they are separate creatures ensnared to each other by & and that is better we appear at parties, an institution wedding guests in patchy blazer and swollen dress people take photographs of us i hope someday to see them captioned by someone who never dwelt in that moment with us
you are thinner this time around more delicate, i worry someday i will cling so tightly in need of you that you rust beneath my fingers like i sent you around a carousel and you came back astride a horse and in an ill-fitting suit longer hair, thinner face, fuller beard sunken eyes i made you into a watery corpse and i'm sorry
i lie on my side and bite sea green glass bottles think about the child i'll bear you suffocate and cannot dream i cry tears of frankincense and battle the dead inside me calling for me to join them for a day boy, pray for my life
i can be cold and altruistic and all i want to do is pen songs that is fine with you you have become a mortician now in dress, in manner, in aspiration
i missed you terribly i know i am incessant you stumbled through a curtain and onto my doorstep i welcomed you with flat palms and clenched teeth i love you and i'm sorry i smoked you out the first time around
i told you in a rainy place we've been before we took it as a sign but i'd already made my mind up when we lay sunken in my floor, and i breathed with you without hesitation **** it, why'd i ever let them take you away from me i'm sorry, friend
we blew kisses to our stars and now i'm making you a father after all your friends in your veiny hands you'll hold our only child i'm so sorry for what i did, and what i'm bound to do you'll be back soon, i miss your sunken cheeks and the way you say goodbye i need to rest my bones, you make bitterness taste like home