Lead paint

In Russia we had radiators

Hi ~ss~ ing

us into dreams coiled atop our heads into perfect shades of fire.

Not a single moment passed away.

The clock I kept synced up

Tick tocking me

into existence...

Resurrected.

A closet full of cat bones, kerosene and gas masks

where I held myself in the business of an hour.

Projects like dreams dismissed with pensive waves and a shush fallen toward well intended wishes.

Exclamation points to the question marks in the bend of my bones

B o t t o m l e s s

like falling in sleep.

You are no different as we are all on our last drink of youth.

So I carried myself across continents

concealed all my pointy ends with obedience.

Learning that enemies come in at all angles as I traveled away from the center.

I left them behind like virgins that I flirted with and left believing.