at the edge of
the garden

we expelled
the first song

a secret

ssssin from
scowling
scarlet
lips

screaming
every word

discovering
our voice

in these
animal
sounds

straining
choking
chords

swallowing
a snake

until nothing
but a hoarse

and in this
emptiness

we learned
about silence

she said

I am
a loner

borrowed
and blue

and if she
was a loner

then I wanted
to be borrowed

too