Will you come?
We leave divine messes as we go, lips closed, unsaid scriptures as evidence that we existed, we still unwind // we still unwound each other.
// our past is a haunt, too much reminder will turn you inhuman, there’s a stench of ruined obedience, a staggering onslaught of bad decisions the death smell of tangled bodies, tangled absurdities of the old world, my cheeks are sore from sucking in air like I needed it to drown out screams, night terrors, in the back of the truck, predatory coyotes, carnivorous wolves, cannibals, or even my angry aunts, my doped-out uncle, a scattered mother who doesn’t love me like I want, a pattern that stretches so far I can’t make out what it looks like anymore, I can only guess, I can only try until it comes coiling back to squeeze me to death then return back to form and do it over and over until I give up, magically, right at the precipice, you reappear.
