Nights of sticky skin, swelling bones,
a body snatcher
reaching for my brain with cuts of stone.
I hear them rattling in your breast pocket
I can see it coming through paper eyelids,
a lucid dream.
Sweat against thirst,
drink it throat-deep, stay asleep, stay put.
You saw me first with city lights
crawling at my feet
wrapped in yellow white
highways and beating blood.
I grabbed a muddy heart from your open chest
the gleaming ribs
a rusty shipwreck off some forgotten shore.
What will force these scenes away.
in the day, stay
until my hair forms a circle
a golden brown or soft ground or grave.
across glass eye beads.