he told her he used to walk through smoke / couldn’t breathe, he said. and sometimes / she practiced, lying still until her lungs ached / until she broke and flew away like moths in a night sky.
Red eyes and tearful leaves / Call on the sickly feel of fall, / The show we’re shown tastes just / Like the candy that Abraham must / Have given Isaac his son.
“And I’ve never / needed something someone something to guide me home but I always / thought it’d be nice to want to live through Christmas.”
“Salle pomme rouge sur la terre / Started from the very bottom / Falling into my desires / The light at the end is too far…”
Gods are able to live unaffected by the bearing down of time. Except one. Thetis.
But what does it mean to be the perfect woman? What does it mean to have your entire being created by another person?
Dining room table covered in candles burning
and day begins with a prelude
May, la madrugada.
A pink sun clipped over sill
and weaned me off REM.
There was a hymnal I remember singing
around this turtle shell arboretum,
swimming backwards from me, always backwards.
The soft hum of the stars
Called out, called out,
But there’s nothing to hear in space.