She lays her head in a bed of ashes
Years pass and I am drunk on wholeness. Laughter sticks to my throat like honey, sickly sweet. False tenderness, like her mouth on mine, consumes me, and I am better, I am blank, I am waiting for Real Life to start. I have been pumped full of health, it pulses, thick and sluggish, in my veins, keeps me listless, …
When I was young you told me the sun was the hero in the story of our world:
Frozen, caught amid too-eager birdsong, you’re staring, watching her bloom
You’re so cool! You’re just so damn cool!
Me: pale, blurry-eyed, full of fluttering doubt, looking at