You’re skinny, sick
and sought after.
Your arms are crawling with thorns.
You snarled me in
& spit me out
Within a year that felt
like a fever dream.
Love
or
whatever it was
came through like a train
without breaks or direction.
Your green eyes cut through
your own veil of smoke.
We’re a dirty mirror.
This whole thing is flipped.
I sink into the ceiling fans,
exhaling resignation.
No one would get out of this
without wounds.
I tried to steady your hands.
I tried to drain the flood waters.
I tried to derail you
from the infinite loop towards
infinite sleep.
I tried to shake you awake.
I sent up five hundred flares from the shore
looking at your island.
I threw you a rope,
tossed you a raft,
kept the light on for a while.
The vessels burst
all at once,
all in an afternoon.
You drove us
right towards the railing
of the tappan zee bridge.
Not knowing which death was worse,
I just jumped.