Underneath a spangled sky
hours leap, our eyes half-closed,
embers fade and then we watch
the sunrise decompose.

Your words were grapefruit juice in a finger wound,
supposedly sweet but harsh too soon.

Life is too short,
even when the days






are long.

You muttered the words I love you as we fell asleep
I don't think you know that you said it,  but that doesn't matter to me.
I leaned over and kissed your forehead, and when we woke at the morning light, I was finally certain that you were the love of my life.

Razor phones and razor blades, poignant pieces of teenage days.

dotted hairs I'll shave until I die,
welcome to my inner thigh.