lithe on corridors
insidewalk

slink up and down
sliding hollows underground
outstretched on the edge
underscoring ley lines

I cuddle the crevice
ear pressing the cold
awaiting your gait
tick talk

our primordial
past chisels hum
verbing part lips

howhowhow
to bridge these walls

so I can
taste myself
on your mouth

I miss it like hell

your st-st-st-stubble looks like glitter up close
you're like a star like a movie star or something

you look-k-k like a king and
and and andand
when you flex your arms I feel
a little punch! in my heart
how cliché howhowhow cliché

I REALLY LIKE TALKING TO YOU
if we had landlines I'd probably call you
and I'd hang off my bed upside down
and twirl the wire around my fingers
like in the movies! you're a m-movie star


punch!
punch! punch!

my heart's all beaten up and you're repairing hers
her heart's fine
i think i t-t-think
your glitter is getting in my nose and my teeth
your sparkle is blinding my eyes
g'night