with all of the violence of peeling an orange
with all of the tenderness of a new believer
carrot cutter to my skin
call it a celebration of life
stretched tight over the drum of your mouth
call it a funeral for sorrow
sound your yawp into my bones
delicate lullaby that sets me on fire
toast your marshmallows on my raging dreams
tell ghost stories of when we were alive
tell ghost stories of the time we cared
jump out of your skin
and into mine
ghost of a memory of a dream
sleepwalking
dreaming of a life never lived
you're kicking in my chest
they say only squids have two hearts
they say
let your ink run through my veins
they say the only antidote
to lead poisoning
is to write until you're dead
ambiguous autopsy of an inconclusive motivation
second heart beating in my chest
ghost stories