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
scar
spin the mirror all you want
nothing really moves
I forgot to tell you
I’m growing wings like a sunrise