Teeth Chatter
it's swirling into shadows and
balloon lights—coughed up
blots and strokes. searching a gutter
glass reflection for the bottom of
the bottle hypnotized me in milky
midnight. but i forgot how
to stitch and the threads
melt in my palms; lightning rods
grow cold and dark thunder
tracks rolling my tongue
up: rumble, tumble, mum. moon
beams don't feel like buttery
shower falls anymore; knuckles
feel asleep too far to wrangle
these days. my memories crept
out the window and waded away
into the sea. i cannot find them;
it's all out of focus.