MY GIRL, SHE BUILDS COFFINS! she’s made one for herself. one for me, too. ONE OF THESE DAYS SHE’LL MAKE ONE FOR YOU.  

x. [2017/03/07]

it is four forty-one on a blizzarding tuesday
frozen tears plunge from the heavens in
gleeful abandon, extra icing
on your sweet, sweet

it is a reheated weekday in a chilled stairwell
microwaves of pleasure curl, fold within
our foundations, trusting reflexes
unbolting locked

it is an eternity of time insufficient for you
vascular sparrows, swooping cascades
into embrace, strongholds of
safekeeping, exalted
keep me