paper and pen
haven't been very acquainted
in this home
of all the things
I'm trying to remember
& starving to
forget

I whisper all my unused
& ****** words
into the depths of my
bones
where they'll swim to
the surface
just as the harvest
begins
& the sun sings on my
bare skin
with the melody playing
in lightning clouds
& midnight skies

you're holding my patience
for ransom
& you don't even know it
you are one
carefully crafted glance
away from
mental incineration
if the mild winter lasts
much longer

we might break away with some of our teeth left