around my wrists dry moisture of what was before
the smearing of ashes spread across your sky
i am deliberate in these words and i have forgotten
how to be subtle in your vacant
eyes; remembering our canvas
on oil and knuckle sand.
invisible lined protection
after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...
