can u hear me? this is the sound i make
when my eyes burn holes on your door.
i am attacking the endless house - i will be similar
to the saw that cuts down the hatch
for the wood they sell at lowe’s. you can’t access
unless you have a key. it’s so dumb, i forgot
there were copious signs -
i carved it out for myself to read
but forgot how reverse lithography works.
there should be weeks in between.
i want to make you a bed of silt.
i want to make you a bed out of your bed
and then burn it down with my sun eyes.
the ashes will drop like shelled eggs
into our favorite river that we never met.
i remember there was a lot of head shaking -
this is the same gesture i make
when i slip into your carved space
after a long day of forgetting your name -
it is so fresh in there. i can still see wood shavings.
i can still see grooves and cutaways
where splinters used to be
before our bodies lifted out with them -
a similar tarnish
for each side of the story
to bleed on.
<3 u bb :)))