We are giving over our secrets
Our secrets that protect us

Handing out our morals
The morals that will save us

To avoid each other
We hail the secret saviors

Without us
Will whisper in our absence
Life is precious,
life is precious


Is your heart heavy?
I'm internal
Right now
I'm under the garden
Under the covers
Letting it all go

Is your mind racing?
I'm beside you
This time
Out in the open
Covered in quiet
Letting my love grow


Fighting with you
About feminism
On the cactus hill

You think it's a question
Of morals
It's not

Is a different arc

The sun is low
With scraggly branches
Constructs a golden path

On the brush
That is beautiful
That we can agree on


I want to pick the whole thing up
And throw it at the wall.
Like the carcass of an unhatched bird
Big enough to fit the bow of both my arms
Throw it at the wall

The South

I am
Plugged full of blood
As a little mollusk swims inside of you

Powder over everything
I am
Powder on my face

Wet beans
Rust where it shouldn't be

Bushwick Ave

And everything

With diamonds

And purple
On the kitchen counter

The global air
Hits my lungs

Final Poem

Cancel my servers
Your hair is a mess
Your blankets are boring
The speakers are broken,
Are broken,
Are broken