Wolf girl
her movement so strange
like she's drowning from
the voices in her head
a psychosis, senses streaking
like words flooded on the
page of her one of her books
thrumming, humming bodies
before her eyes that she
is caught like a disease
and the sedition of her
mind
like a forest in flames
echoes like the last time
she
held
his
hands
and
looked inside him
those worn pieces of concrete
& soot
plummet & plunge
leaving only the boy.
Only
the
boy
who refused to cry wolf
against her

That's the thing about tricking Gods,
they never learn.
Never realize.
It's one thing to bruise their ego
with obvious insult to design,
but to go and act, to lie,
right
to
their
face
and still not be caught,
well,
that makes you the God now.

Water, now I'm drenched

The puzzle piece this
storm has become
both in my heart &
in my head

My room is flooded,
the fish no longer imprisoned
simply in their square glass
free to swim not only
in air but
in my lungs
it's tragic to see

and across the house
my mother is sobbing,
more tears, more water.
Soaked to the bone.
Soaked to the bone.

That girl
that no one once saw
shivering
shaking
shy
hiding in her younger brother's clothes
trying
seeing that maybe maybe maybe
maybe they wouldn't notice her shallow
skeleton
like a key to a lock that would always break
she was that silly young musician to our ears
bleeding
like the cawing of birds
hungry
the way she would starve herself
nights & nights again
she wanted to die.

sometimes I feel like drowning

she told him
fingers threaded through his

how come?

He lets his gaze fall to hers
ocean meeting river

she lets go of his fingers

because this life is just a short horror
story

he hesitates
she looks away
hands in pockets rather than
intertwined

you say that when you know
that's not true, my rabbit girl.

he turns her towards him
face to face, even when her silent
epiphanies have woken her tears

he kisses her
tears sweet as sadness

I love you more than the salty
ocean waves

a quick, lightning glance from
a weeping river

it's about time darling
we've got to let this go*

he hesitates
a startled lion once more

it's like when you said
that you could not grind your own
skull into the ocean

And then everyone kisses
and the show is over
and you get up from your seats
you drive back to your home
get undressed
crawl into bed

because it was just a story
it was just a book
it was just a film

you know that
you know that
you know that

you know that it's your life
they are filming
are capturing with words
that steal away a piece you
probably never realized you had

and everyone kisses
and everyone drives home
and everyone wakes up

everyone but me
the character

do not grind your own soul into the ocean for her
-that self-effacing, shallow-studded hare-
with her teeth caught on ribbons
& her mouth stitched close with sparks & hurricanes
as constant escaping prisoners.
do not grind your own skull into the ocean for her,
i know your head must swim of hearts caught
on fish-hooks
& her ink drowning in your fingertips,
you can't let yourself hurt under her false silver knives.
with our sore tongues & sore thoughts
tumbling above us, becoming stars in our chests,
I'll
remember
you
always,

sour sweet boy.