caramel skulls i was made from boiled sugar in the backroom. every shut door gave me breath. ink in the ink well turned silver with with my sweetness. not a ghost but a ghost clipper. trimming the edges where there used to be ruffle. tell me you love me like you will never cross the river. tell me you will stay awake past the death of the moon. i have been keeping vigil as the sun undresses & crosses arms over chest. in my bowls i am often not the spoon or the strawberry. who taught you red? who did you eat past their limits? i have a draw full of eyelashes in case i have to go anywhere tonight. stirring my heart with cubes of salt. the party was made from icicles. we covered our heads with our hands. i needed more. cut a hole in your door with a paring knife. called you "pear." soft as a word. my pillow full of nowhere. come, please. i need to be handled. i am turning the volume low as it will go. can you still hear the bicycle? i am not on my way. i am backwards in the boat. the river is rewind & i follow like a fruit fly.