This bed is made up
of nets the spider spins-
the humans web. we fell in
traps the size and shape
of sailboats. This is a
habit,there is nothing more
there is no turning back
this is it. I found you in
a dirty white house with
demon shaped figs and a
snake shaped line in the
yard. the plants they act
like monsters. the flowers
they act like kids. mulch is
growing up faster than you
can say ivy. you touched me
on the cheekbone- then my
lashes, you said it with your
eyes(ours match)
i was not your first pick.
there is hot rain falling all
over your shadow. your
leather boots are soaked
discolored and you are
NOT
HAVING IT.
I am strapping myself
to the end of a train
shutting my eyelids.
nature based tears
begging to emerge
this is not emotion
this is just scientific
reaction. i start holding my breath
and this is such a breeze.
the speed of a wheel
the thrill of traveling,
swiftly,onward. and would
you just look at the moon?
seducing me into such a
fictional death.
One day you will answer
your telephone and say:
I know this for a fact.
I know this for sure.
I know.
I know.
I know.
click,gasp.
