If only we could be
blades of grass
in that field
where we screamed our favourite lines of Howl
to be trampled
to catch the falling words
soak in each drop of liquor through our shallow roots
witnessing a scene
so meagerly meaningful

I am becoming
an experiential gift-giver
you will not
remember the cosmetics
you will
remember the cosmos
for your birthday
I will give you
concrete stairs and broken glass
rage and pure delight
drip, drip, drip

You were fixated
to pour but not consume
afraid to ask if it would
usually have been against your morals
I had no further questions

Cheekbones sparkling
we decided ponytails were good for you
too late now
       late now
washing money down the drain
don't choke on the copper
metallic hand soap never helps
my back was bare
with you
it always is

I can't help myself
up the stairs
neither can you
every morning
move out, move in, move on, move up
she's been in heaven since the end of tomorrow

"Maybe he'll hit me"
You'll find your Dean
and call him Daddy
and won't love him until he runs off
don't get upset but
we wish the thirst
was hunger

Angel
angel
the candle burns black
you will hate him with a passion
my heart warms just thinking about it
the candle burns black
and blue
if only you were one to cry
the candle burns black