i put my heart in your mouth.
i'm not surprised you swallowed

there's a lump in your throat.
you tap your foot
and we don't speak the same language, anymore.

i have dust in my eyes and you have dirt on your shoes.
this is the way it always was.
with me, left counting my vertabrae.

i pulled your swollen body out of the styx.
if you have blue in your blood-
water is an inexhaustible source.

there's something i love about rolling words around
in my mouth. do they ever taste like bullets-
but i never said i had good aim.

your heart a blinking stoplight.
if i create a tunnel with my fist, even then you glow dull.
i don't have a very narrow view. i am not pragmatic.

she swallows like a fat yellow pearl
empty plates, the sound of a scraping fork
is ghost-like.