too much happens at night
the moon an excuse to stop believing
in time / sunlight

it’s here I find a boat doesn’t mean a river anymore
           a red medusa emptying my mouth of clouds

we can’t pretend invisible onto our skin any longer
wearing each other once
       we played reflection
            played headstone

eyelashes tangled up in spit
I pulled a name out of reddening weeds
not unlike a

spin the mirror all you want
nothing really moves

I forgot to tell you
I’m growing wings like a sunrise