i pawned you and split tails for your headhunt
made more money in one night
larger stacks than i could fill the tub with
came home late
wondered who had eaten my leftovers
gave up quickly
and crept into the windowsill
a nest had buried there
i slid my tongue in and tasted some wild berries
they weren’t my dinner
and the karma had caught up to us both by that point
i unscrewed a light bulb from above my head
and sat in the dark kitchen
the linoleum felt nice on my cheeks
it was a cold night
but I was still hot
i was looking in the fridge
waiting for something to happen
you are so pretty
i can’t even stop looking at you
the image fits into my eyes so frantically
as though my pupils have been carved to your shape
i thought i had devoured you completely
i shouldn't be this hungry still

remember in my story
how you wept on the monument
your tears staining the feet of soldiers
row men
who killed amply and without judgment
your eyes do that now
rip throats out from beneath my fairy tales
your hands are deeper than they used to be
i think you’ve burnt a real levy this time
the shores agree and mock my tone
creeping
like your hair brushed along my back
im soothed by the patience
of eyes
tying me to a fever
that begins below the skin
have me for dinner
and don’t look at me once
just mouth words
like pacifier
and forget-me-not
wishes like be the one
please i beg
for scraps from the table
bits of meats
ripped with your teeth
glistening with your spit
the devouring of my mind

sea mother eat me
i want to remember
the spill of the mud
the prayer for breath
eyes turn to pearl
skin slips of seaweed
coral bones
bring me to kneel
receive the rain
a morsel of
the heavy mound i am
fill me creature
salty daemon
fire on the water
claw of the sea

Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land
Ogling blindly eyeballs
all over the horizontal landscapes
Laying with my head
upside dangling from the bed
Drunk wobbling it up now
to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting
panting voices and legs for days
dwindling each other down with nail file twine
How long does it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle?
Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn
I have your half blood head fang
hanging over my bed now
It bleeds on me still
Drips in my mouth while I rest
It tastes okay
I guess

my tongue has needed some reason
to give it's lick at love for once
o yet my eyes gloomy and bright
hanging in an infinite headspace
go pull in meaning for heart
o heart you get all the boys
o heart you get all the pain
you poor fool
why does love belong to me?
my body feels strange knowing it’s harboring this capacity
so put it elsewhere
put it in the sheets themselves
let them remain
as i do not
neither do you
i haven’t made my bed in weeks
i sleep on the floor
drawing the indent from your body
that you left behind
there is a strange depth that my pencil cannot etch
there is a bad bend in the bed it cannot get
about love
that only i can fit