1112

into the fan
now
know where I can find you?

all your purses major
organs
making my intestines

your gifts hollow
cold on my stomach

cradle me
I’ll crack like pavement
holding you

holding me
holding me

all your lips
cover
cover the walls
little lips
kisses on the neck

holding me
holding me

paint is coming down
folding onto your head
making a crown
grey and white
stop

if I’m in the basement
and you’re upstairs
are you still with me

the shutters clutter
beat against my breast
and I heave
god do I heave
it’s the sound of a thousand
cards folding against each other

I want wind around me
even if you’re not
sweeping me off my feet