It hinges on
This first sip of wine
By your eyes
Consecrated

I am a mountain
I am the sea
I am the wasp
Delay
Decay

Sober whisper
At this table
Cloak and dagger
Growing
Straining
Just to hear
It hinges on
This sip of wine


Are you there? Hello? Hello? I can't breathe the walls close in coffin lid I can hear the nails splitting the pine I need to hear you

One more time
One thousand
Words on paper
Something in
The eyes of blue
Touch
In a laugh
So complete with
Fake eye wrinkles

She's an actress
Cut
She's dancing for them
Disconnected
For the money "Honey"
Heart bone dry
Fake sigh

Unopened
Perfume laced
Your letter went
Into the fireplace