i told you inaccurate things
in numerous ways
but i’ll be there when it snows in july
i’ll be there

you are a girl-shaped forest
a thing on fire
we are running away together
into an even greater forest

i will never be enough
i will never amount to anything other
than a blunt knife
i cannot be the dragonfly across your chest

does my name sound like a train whistle to you
or does it sound like birdsong
every morning a sky is painted
over the other, more hollow sky

the peach pit of my heart,
stuck between the teeth of the tree that made it
there’s nothing left to do
life is a ring of red beads

i pretend to be lost
so you will go door to door with me
looking for a familiar face
looking for you