Every sunning tunnel calls me back
reflection against the frame of flashing frames
of the B train's silent stream through the quiet window black

Written on the broken rib from which this stems
the arid search for empathy
free waters of the green east river flowing, glassy eyeline, dancing bridge, iron arcing skeleton

Whisper to myself the words I'd like to say to someone
shave my head and show my whispering ears to hear that no one knows
oh darling, love like yours could split an atom in an instant
unleash into the earth your lovely things that seem to glisten
I cant help but think the time it takes to search for someone whole
will leave you writhing left in pieces, another turn in a terrible cycle, screaming
blue and blue and lose your mind to see the winds all moving
in any single color over every single thing
I've been wanting some maternal, think I've found it in my mother
and the pages keep on coming, from the ages of my father
and every fold of life I know the kid will go uncover
and the bench ablaze as well, by every ray of a beautiful lover
I miss the running round the table, the bounding sprint of a tiny body
and every burden that I’ve borne, the shoeless wandering apology

My fingers to tumble
turn over your sighs
parallel divisions
like carousel circles
it all comes back flashing
the ebb at my heels
the spring and the warmth
and the bittersweet sheen
wretched addiction
tattoos to consume
all across my rib
all over my skin