I ain’t sitting on this shelf anymore
no longer the text that weighs heavy in your arms.
Jumped this bitch—dove through pages like wind
took it all like nothing
“Oh she knows what sacrifice looks like.”
Try taste like.
There were nights, working like clinicians.
Shields come in threes—
Voices bent on ignition:
Careful lips * hell-bent tongues
And a whole lotta
“You can’t see son, we done fuckin run!”
These nights are ours;
Your pretty little dysfunctions
We cracked it – like glass
hammers pinging blue.
Houses stopped creaking with age
When we coming down your street,
They groan in frightful delight.
“Midnight is nothing, honey. Go to bed. You’re talking in your sleep.”
Oh, did we make it rhyme
Like ticks electrocuting your clocks
letters goddamn dropping from the ground.
I told you once, twice—things fall up,
It’s all okay.
Grab your lantern and your flask.
The moments you give up chasing, you’ll lose
the traces where the trees meet grass
long-stalked and wild.