612

watched old films
to fall in love
learn to waltz right

300,000
black fire coal pits
why do my days pass slowly
I have a list of things
I sit in bed
stay outside

“I saw a hawk fly by me just right I saw another day snowed in just the same my ancestors your ancestors my ancestors bleeding on the oil and there’s a creek that belongs to my baby brother who whispers the same thing until his voice cracks always grasping for a real definition of always instead of theory wanted another day of protection of being in sight or just not left in the rain I saw him sleep on my grandfather’s bed until his eyes turned blue until we both knew our family name no that’s okay whatever’s okay the mantra of my unbelievers that’s okay right so I sleep until I melt into snow and wake when flowers come out of my mouth you are just fine freezing on the porch passed out with your lover’s handwriting on a necklace all the things built up in the blood saying free me for just a second another time and it’ll be the best time not the worst that’s not right we can fix a steamer and grab a crowbar until our hands bleed those are our digital blood soaked days. I know. No I know. Stumble stumble stumble stumble wrap me”