three & driving south

hidden in between panes of glass

light from the sky &

three-pointed eyes

underwater listen to me

it's spiraling into : nonsense

sun. winter. watersong.

clouds overdue, done,

and splinters on a switchblade

like blinding sun out a car window,

face pressed against the glass like a child again

again

again

when nothing is yours.

index finger wrapped in a silk thread

don't forget, tied too tight and connecting

--

thread trailing under the pebbled road

, across mountains, back again .

teeth pressed too closed bleeding lip

like a fight that didn't happen &

tears in the corners of your eyes

but nothing's wrong

fire a little too close like scorched skin

molten. sinking. .

rough draft, sketch it again

. remold this face too scared

my hands aren't my hands

say it, :

do you believe?

hollow beating heart too soft

pull the thread : unwind.