is this where the sand goes
to send her apologies, where

i go to ask if there
are bodies that deserve

each other? if the hands
scoop earth to fill something else,

the sun & the moon two vessels 
pouring the same 12oz of light

between each other. who rolls
the skulls of children in 

snow to give them skin? who
paints the pupils on 

in the last seconds before 
the butterflies are tamed

into eyelids?
this poem is to tell you

that eels are coming out
of the kitchen sink, coiling

in the yellow plastic 
cup your drank from.

to tell you i like the shower
water to come out dry & acidic.

cower & cut the cowl from 
the towel wrack, the shroud of turin. 

the bleach in the well. 
ankles for mason-jar lids,

i cut myself on your absence,
oh, metal pillow, 

chew, taste bed sheets.
aluminum heart beat.