sand carved songs
still embellish your ankles
six-four twirls
a hazel salt water dance

dead love letters from
when we once swam through
the skin of the horizon
with our two winged shadow

morning funerals
the sun apologetic; her
knees kissing, our ashes float
in her hanging furnace

i’ve been peeling, unglueing
cigarettes off my skin
like flakes of rain
scribbling prayer
on every snowflake

smoke festoons
this passé system of patchwork breath
kissing my cheekbones
the way you used to

under too many starless nights
i’ve lost count of
how long
i’ve been addicted.