Agrestal, Where the Sun Sleeps

soda-sticky fingers past my waistband 

on nights when female eyes cut through me

you lean against a tin chapel

a lighter sets your face alight

click click

rabbit comatose in your grasp, mildew on the ceiling

only you could make me stay in this christ-sick town 

drinking yourself fetal-mass-blue

we all kill ourselves in different ways you say 

warm’d with the stink of hope and cheap cologne

wild eyes like when you punched your first boy

fuck everyone and everything but you

twin bruises bite the flare of my ribs

still, you’ll kiss me hard enough to hurt

the preacher knows you by your father’s name:

blistered. lead-laden mouth. wet. 

undressed beneath the halo of a rotating fan

i am nine again, cowering like a beast 

two-headed daddy’s girl

you know you make me cry

swollen with the sweet scent of rot

i’m a sweated-out memory of days you choose to forget

washing the shapes from my skin

i’ll watch you leave

a gunshot through taillights  

an address on my nightstand 

you must know i wasn’t made to get what i want