you were swallowing god damning dogmas rough palmistry your hands could not align unsexed you borrowed callow spit, not lost no, looking for a space, just not mine
redolent with skin of unknown unwary hands, nomadic ghost levied words from my spiteful throat understanding where my thoughts go you’d build a boat out of my bones
i thought i’d reclaim you for the ocean but i could not cradle you with dirty hands no star death casketed in palms like these white knuckles cracking, playing simple maths
we were squealing dogs with bad dreams eyes that smile, gaze so dimly isolated, nursing skinned knees i’m weaker than i thought i’d be