i like it when it rains at night
she whispered before she was pregnated
by fallen stars and heaven's tears.

i like it when ants crawl over my knuckles
he sobbed as he watched
a tassel of blonde hair hit the ceramic floor.

i like it when the shores kiss my toes
she said before the tide came
and swallowed her into its deep blue underworld.

and all the world's a shaved mountain*
he said as he was being vacuumed
out of her weeping belly.