Thursday, June 22, 2017

i grew you: duet.

my involvement in accidents
is a little

eeeeeeeeeee
for me.

what's happening right now is
that's me disappearing. yes, one can disappear further

than they already have.
i do it when i need myself the most,
the fat that breaks my fall.

she's burying herself past
reception, into winter, pretending
to be an iceberg
until convinced.

it's safe to be where praise is unheard of.

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