she wears her breasts on the back of her wrists
all sewn together muscles and pointed toes
shaving back bone with scissor fingers
her neck escapes her body

anne, sylvie
i am packing

my bags, checking
out soon enough

when i get there
we must

have tea.

every fire suffocates and flicks out eventually.  even the mighty sun is just another tiny star burning itself up. 

we were not meant to burn forever.

i trip over the bones in my face
this belongs to you
these hairline fractures
the liquid foundation my skin thirsts for
these fault lines
your only clue to the tectonic plates that lie beneath

i poke my tongue into the tip of my beer bottle, foot absently tapping against the chipped wood legs of my stool. i can't look her in the eye. she's too pretty. i look her in the jugular instead and count beats, one two three four five.

i did it all wrong, i say suddenly. i'm trapped.

six seven eight nine.

I blinked -- a little harder than the everyday -- and you had disappeared.

I wish the rest of you would disappear so easily.