house

life was half awake rosy and ill inside this newborn blindness scaling earth’s nebulous shoulders bloodless and delicate.

I met you in this sleep I came wrapped in a world spun with lethal winds fresh thunder thin soot you were there beckoning my layers, calling upon an overflow of something bubbling and alive underneath.

they notice when you change. I remember the August you came the ocean flaked into sky where the hands of miracle bore a new needle, and your thread maybe before I was seamless in my corners or borrowed at the curves, spilling whatever it is that makes us full.

It is these things I can hardly speak of and could spend all my life in search of the ways I could keep our memory in gilded youth where there are your bridal eyes inhabitable and rich, our shared breath baked and cosmic at home, how your salt matters down to the edge of teaspoons.

that tenderness when I am hollow and dim how we rise and disappear inside the same smoke.