Streetlights crash against silent asphalt.

Yellow hues mask the cold.

Spinning circles convinces her

that she will never grow old.


aches down to the marrow

pains down to the root

butterflies scramble

my esophagus is

in tatters.



can't change

the way your memory tastes


starlight cuts through

eyes like bone knives

tell her I never loved her

even when when I did