baby I was a poet yesterday.
I wrote (and wrote) like
you were a spirit living in me.
and when it all opened, it was like
coming out of the sun.
and you were, so fucking bright it
melted my underbelly. and sunk me,
like a might whale. you were like a moment
turned to hours (just under my skirt hem)
and that was how we learned to
"kick the gong around". like we were
old pros at a new scene. and it always feels
a little like, dying. all your insides,
shift further inward.