Day 210i'm caught between the cliff and seaMore Like This
listening to the shuffle of boxcars, roads tangling up like veins, the fire-snap-and-crackle of sleep-stiffened hips, spines and a jigsaw of limbs clinking like wine glasses.
i'm watching the glacial sheets lap between the tips of your ivory fingers reaching for an indigo-stained ceiling, the bow of your broken lips, the sea salt marbling your eyes.
you’re crumpled in half like a comma while you hold my heartbeats and type out a pulse, swallowing a tide of heretics and venture capitalists and and cliches and Shakespearian quotations and psychology textbooks and forgotten laundry, just for the two of us.
and i wonder if we’re all not just pulled out to sea in the end.