night sands two-periodic
night sands two
weaves my hand into
your hair
slicked back
wet thing
immolator,
cure on the tear-wall
breaking
horror show,
i am sunk between the teeth,
five thousand.phones
sky loping down
syrup lens
curling in upon a dreaming time,
in upon itself
picked the bits that fit-never
ever touch the core,
upon itself
scrap-lover, reminiscer
periodic
will it catch?
will it stick?
if i break and press and obfuscate,
asking where it is under the hum:
are you fast? are you dear?
whose eyes look out of ours each night?
are you still? does it settle in your lungs like spores,
like rust in the nail through your lip?
all over over grains and counting years like sand,
taste of teeth between each word
roll over try again