What’s your name?

Does it hum like
southern teeth between southern tongue?

piercing the salt marsh quietly.
The only place my heart still beats.

Bottle nosed boys never listen.

I wonder how long your life has become? All of the years just melt now.

Running until there’s nothing left to run from.

Did our sins against each other cancel out? Two negatives?

Missing strands of hair and sheet-less beds more than I should.

Lanky arms never let go, until they do.