i’m only wet cause i let you come inside me
the distant silhouette of the city hills remind
that i’ve made this bed before.
had chosen to ignore it till now


charcoal lungs breathing charcoal skies
your blistered fingers are loose around my thighs
i feel decomposed into only deficits
but it’s comforting to know that i’m stuck
stuck, but not to you


turn the car around and head into the park
it’s not a real lake but it’s silver in the dark
are you even there as i tell you it’s okay
not to care


heart in a tomb, is it unrecognizable?
it just sits in the room
settles for what is likable
in me, in everything
don’t i make it easy to know?


you polish spoons and i sharpen knives
closing up to get on with our lives
forever unconvinced that i can do much better than this


hands in the air, is it so indescribable
that you just wouldn’t dare but revert to what’s mimable
in love in everything
don’t i make it easy to know?