i have found you in my softness-
where the sea ends // where she woke
to wash the residue of my drowning
like it was not enough of a war for her //
like my dirty wasn’t dirty enough and i 
wasn’t pure enough // you led me to 
your angelic mouth and asked me to sin-

every part of me was burning and i
just wanted to jump in deeper // like 
the paining of this violent sea between us
was much greater than the soreness we
have always endured // like the fight 
in my bones could get me through anything-

there is a specific sound the word safe makes 
in my mouth // there is a specific taste it leaves-
your name is like the hymn i never learnt, but oh
i needed it // its like praying for the first time and 
finding salvation // its like not knowing what you 
believe in-

i am hopeless and breaking // i am
uncertain and confused and aching, alone-
but we are the sun and the sky and sea, together
and there is no moon tonight but we love it // there is
only crashing in me // only earthquakes, tsunamis
and other calamities // i am the sea, dear heart-

you have found me at my softest // you have 
given me this softness // i am shaking- 
i have given you pieces of me // you will
always have parts of me // please don’t set me free.

Making News

That unread fresh news,
and the smell of the paper, unused;
Sliced and diced for consumption,
yours and mine,
our lives,
on the front page of the edition;
Cryptic crosswords,
or posing for stardom,
or murdered for fame;
Everything, from the incredible to the lame;
Selling us, spread out,
like jam and butter,
with piping hot cups of tea;
And the curious silly faces,
with spectacles pulled high up on their noses,
reading with concentration,
between the lines, our audience;
Like us,
they too imagine making money;
Marketing their lives, outside of their stories;
Drooling over our commercial success,
in comparable theory.

a hollow tree-
the bird that sits in me, beating //
singing like the day never ends or 
i supposed she never sleeps, like
every song is a cry and the slightest 
aching, only brings war // i am quivering 
tonight, asking the moon to stun her-

you see, the sky is breaking
and she, with her closed eyes
and little naivety, only sings to the
feathers that fall // my stomach is too full
of twigs to make a nest // too shaky 
to hold a home, but she sings and i 
cannot stop it // i am weak-

she is weak // my wolf teeth fall and 
she smiles- are you scared i will eat you alive //
don’t you want me too ? do you want me to?

we’re in a room full of uncertainty // holding
seas of destruction and a fear of everything-
i am residue // i am only longing, and she sings
to let go of me // to cure me // to make me clean.