I am a pile of defects
always trying to sort
themselves out
kinks in a net
all knotted up
wrapped around
a rusty anchor

I am a pile of defects
an idiosyncratic night road
I walk to the light
waking to a moan rolling over
in the morning
then I absorb you like a smell
breathe you in like a prayer

after all these years
fragments of memories
still penetrate like splinters
jabbed in my sense
of your presence
so hard to let it go
even when there’s nothing
there left for us
to hold

my eyes are black holes
drinking in the world
swallowing deep
to feed my need
I need strength to be alone

You churn in my gut
I can’t let go
or get enough
I want to swallow this knot
in my throat
and get it down
or spit it up
and get it out

lodged in this vortex
I’m spiraling the abyss
while birthing
my glistening genesis
in the debris
of countless misses
arising the goddess
in dawning chaos
I’m a storm with a skin
your lightning struck
bolted within
a twirling bottle
caught in between
the spill and the spin