danceable organs,
displaced like a lumpscum of heartfelt messages.
somewhere in the distant past,
we passed along our spit,
shared syns and field-grade forgettables.

raking fingers over the slumberdog;
filing away all my shards of her

morning dissonance,
my eyes swell flushed from the old dream,
a repetition of ghosts
the spell wears off in shades
and i realize i’m all alone

half-life orchestra somewhere in the far-off reach,
breaking ground, breaking teeth.
i look for you, like fools often search for lost things
and i come away, hands unclean
hands wringing,
the anxious knot in my spine ringing with doubt.