Tesselation In my darkest moments, When my entire identity is exploding from my bones, Like the creature from a Drive-In movie, We are Jack Spratt and his wife.
Loving you from a distance is like stroking a phantom limb. I writhe for you in the night, clambering at the air, To find you gone, to find you not there.
I am high now above you, knotting my way Through turbulent tongues of wind and A time difference. I try to map you out in the clouds, Thick, airborne globules of Whipped, curdling cream.
It is free for you to borrow, But costly for you to keep, The potential stock encouraging, But the late fees are very steep. Mahogany caskets guard the walls,
There are things she'll never now know. Not important, Just the incidentals. Like items of clothing she will never see. Before, every article clearly kept in the catalogue of her head,