alabaster, bone marrow,

smooth pearl of flank glinting through ocean fog,

 

                         

                       Trajectory of busy hands.

                  Crash upon the sternum.

 

                          if I’m here I can’t be afraid.

 

so if I’m here it’s another night where you

drown yourself for selfish reasons.

 

             The bowl of my stomach

                 & a hundred other places that were

never really yours.