Gnashing Teeth Publishing

Let me tell you about the linen to wrap the dead / see how you can unbind desiccated limbs / pull apart the fibers / soak and flatten / turning

Glistening from the heat my tanned skin is as warm as the berries. We bake beneath the same summer sun. Blackberry seeds stick in my teeth their flesh under my

Everything we see is dead stars skin hair, A smile takes light years to reach the retina, From You to Me is a galaxy, An undulating aquarium of inhabited planets

She knows all the places to go ske knows how to walk in late & leave 10 minutes before they miss you I can see us happening in another Universe

I tried to shove my too much into my pocket, forearms straining as I struggled to smash her between my palms until she burst into sequins— a confetti crime scene.