the sun drips
like
a
yellow yolk
oozes
down
the gold knots
of my spine
breathe the first of Spring days
the radio plays our favorite song
i see you backwards
quickly
all the times we had
vulnerable;
gone.
the sky is blue, the lake is blue
your eyes are blu
and they say i look like your
sister
oh gods. help me
i can’t feel anything
except you
and everything here is you