we leave the sky
and crumple on
leaves,
finding distance in the
premature gaze
of our hearts

for ever dream,
a room of realities
crop up at the edge
of our hands

pick a piece
and find
the distance
from here

to the
end
and the wavelength
of sadness we'll
flicker into throughout

these futures held
like burdens
in wasting fields

out of my window
girls die and emerge,
their tongues
scribbling stories

in the dark
which i'll fracture and
swallow