thoughts you think late at night are nothing compared to the way your eyes light up when you rescue a puppy from a drowning lake. i saw it, the slow revolve as you roll your eyes toward the sky - that is on fire! but you are unafraid, dancing in red light singing : if the sky falls then it is so. if the sky takes me, with ash, into the womb of the mother let it be so. if i am the unlucky other let it be so.

then your bones started to melt, bright white liquid spilling, orgasmic, from your fingertips, a rush of emotions blowing through the taut pull of your weather systems. its the never ending circle, a snake consuming you, inside & out

and to think : i thought i was complicated