Let's fake an execution: tell me: do you breathe on cue?

parts

I missed your

call at five

this morning. What

makes a stem

sad, all throat,

no flower. We're

a lot like we like

each other, clean, small.

A tooth is how

the mouth goes in, sharp,

then running warmth. I

might need a shiver

to keep me awake.

I had a new smell

the first time I slept

next to you. Naked

belly, a pool on your

hand. In the dream,

our house starts to

burn the first night

and I catch

the arsonists. The second,

it burns down. The third

night, we live next door.

I can't imagine

starting here again. Just

a lump in the covers

with a few little dots

of blood.

Death is refracted light,

the boy not knowing

how to clean up, how

a mountain might

fall on me.

Meteors feel last night

the curved sky,
I want you

to feel with me, feel me

feel you, time repeats,

changes speed,

stops, all at once.