Thursday, June 22, 2017

i grew you: duet.

i'm a little afraid
of my involvement in accidents.
what's happening is
that's me disappearing
when i need myself the most,

the fat that breaks my fall.

she buries herself past
reception, into
the winter, pretending
to be an iceberg
until convinced.

nobody
praises
there.

it's safe to be without praise there.

i am the satyr
whose scent she does not trust.
it's a shame this is the only hymn
i'll ever know.