body

the body knows

drowning

You, pushing

yourself

to be forgiven.

one night, after

we heard muffled cries through the

walls

I learned that a man was the closet thing

to surrender.

Beauty

Unbreakable

mouting in your throat

like

falling

Dusk:

to disappear —

touch eachother

distant & flickering

spill through

my mother's sky

sky —

amen.

I am still inside

waiting

to leave any marks.

under my shirt

the sky

can hold a body

like week-old lilies