Feb 5, 2020
12.7.19
I believe in the death of emotions
The rising of tides & implosion of stars
The god you meet when you face brick
The rubber-banding of your heart with your back against the wall
Mine is a dark, dark sea
Where the artificial has penetrated
God looks me in the eyes through a mirror
I beg my lover to sieve sand through the air, hold the wind just right
The tapping of a clock, the incessant pounding of my anxious digit
If the dark, dark sea is mine then I’d be able to reach down
Pluck it off the lips of feathers & save it from digestion
Knot it into crowns to adorn heads full of softer things than mine