Suture wounds
stars, scars and sauvignon blanc
12:32 a.m.
dim incandescence and a hunger in my ribs that I’ve been ignoring
When’s it gonna be my turn? So much can change in a year
So strange how things shift and burn
There’s always a question: Why did we come here?
It takes so much from me to have a spine I've got suture wounds and starry scars I've been a really good dog this year, God can I finally bite ? I've been holding my own leash in my teeth finally rid of us, not quite back to me yet at a thorny in between, down like a lame horse lonely is the muse and he likes it when his fingers bleed run bones and body ragged till my eyes lose soul I was always a child of extremes I'm eager to devour ,every bite is bigger than last but lord I fear I shall never be full and free Lord of my want God of my need Leading me on, making me bleed heed, the beat of your strained, thumping heart, heed ! As the year wanes I press against the floorboards ceiling fan confessionals, window pains Ash in the sink, itchy pullover We laugh and get so bare, lay secrets face down with the cards it's no good you're no good I'm no good SPIRIT RULES SECRETLY ALONE THE BODY ACHIEVES NOTHING Some nights I feel like the blue of a candle flame, a rain washed street, a candle dripping down an old wine bottle No, I won't elaborate singe my fingers feel my soul Muscle hangs, Like a memory in museums EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN LIVES ONLY FOR US