Dutch-angled

even in june the drip of sun wanes

the curtain is waxing

rib-lined and yellow

you’re watching me watch you 

stagnant between everything 

you could be and 

everything you’re not 

my finger traces figure eights on your jaw

i’m a notch in your pistol

boxed beneath your bed taking 

root to handwritten letters 

i think i’ll feel this way forever / one day i won’t

harish and almost human

ugly with want and trepidation

there are things i haven’t told you

i’m bent to the floor, sprawled inwards 

physically undone 

frightfully exquisite

some schizo crane dream where

i’m more love than cruelty

                           watch me

                           watch me

you tragic self-pitying thing you

aching beneath blonde skies 

and glassblown prairies 

the hills have mouths you’ve 

kissed one too many times

dearest

must everything swallow you whole?