Sep 2016
when the moon
blinked, he saw
me, angry
but not mad. i
have stars under
my tongue. i
won’t swallow
and my bones
scream to be let out
from under my skin—
they are the fire
on the surface
blinked, he saw
me, angry
but not mad. i
have stars under
my tongue. i
won’t swallow
and my bones
scream to be let out
from under my skin—
they are the fire
on the surface
don't wake me. i'm not dreaming
