i took my whole universe and
crushed it into your sleeve
remember that i don’t forget what you’ve done
sunday, skin of snow, our war falls over the ice like a
the movement becomes clean
the blood-feud screams for the bare black sky,
turns the night to water.
the earth swims in her heavens,
makes liars of her gravity
Frost turning over frost.
roots spilling out of your mouth i am
bursting with leaving
i know what i have done.
i say it raspy, i leave it in your breath
hold onto this for me.
four sundays. first frost -she evaporates,
reaches in her rib cages, wrenches them open
a blood of hot green and petrichor.
My body lands with a thump.
a girl with the face of a ghost
is muttering over my corpse
is pulling out the living
parts of me:
and she’s stringing me up with them.
but where is the boy with the bloodied jaw?
she wraps my hands
i have waited for you. i have knelt gravel to bone
in our stalemate and i have
bled for reprieve
to your dead, i don’t
forget; memory fractures like a glass
that knows just how to crack.
i just break where
i’ve always broken.
and you’ll come back to hell because it’s warm
you held my wrist and snapped it over.
i placed my mouth over the places i ripped you apart.
we are only our penance
we are only what we do to each other
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