I wrote about you today

I say as I lie for you / I lay for you

and spread my lips to form an ellipsis.

The mouth of the bottle shapes my words.

Is it love or vodka? I know the answer

but it’s not snowing this time.

We are made of thorns, of robot parts

and yet we are the pretty ones.

See how the sheets glow acid-bright?

You are not my deliverance

but when I said that I will never need you

what I meant was that I have never needed you more.