leaving the cage feels great
but nothing beats getting back in.
a sloppy kiss,
like a freshly shot deer
feed my first impulse
to lick the wound.
like those words
left to hang in the air
i wanted you to touch them
make them as real to You
as i was to them.
we’re still 13
perfect romance
burned in the dark.
when you’d tie me to that chair
at your tea party.
a folded paper crown
a photobooth confession.
that ghost of a hand
still lingers as i cross the street.
sucking vs giving blood
two sides of the same coin
cradled between your fingers.
you can be mean to me
i won’t ask twice.
only wake up on the other end of this
and tell no one about it.
true crime of a changed mind.
i ask you about your favorite show
i already know the answer
just killing time in the queue
for front row seats
to each other’s funerals.
so leave it buried.
let civilizations
rise and fall
let someone finds the pieces
of this place.
and meditate on a world
where this could happen.
something grand and noble
never spoken, only breathed.
i still know every so often
you eat an ice cream sandwich in bed.
you know i like
to think u knew me the same
even if it makes me sick.
all our favorite things
our burden to carry.
a show and tell
that goes on forever.
- s.b.