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across the country

he is dreaming up creations

that will not reach me

then just as sudden

as the mountains split this sky

he walks in here with hungry eyes

all of me stands on end beginning

calls me a god so I can almost break

my face in the moonlight

the most burning red you have ever seen

i call him a god and the only thing i know

we will be as broken as our promises

around him i switch to second person

because this body is no longer a vessel

it is the wave i ride to drown in him

impale myself on his corners

and stay there spitting blood just to

paint them electric smooth

like breath we hold each other

not quite touching

and there is not a way to say this

other than

you have already taken the essence of me

you do not get to take this too

i will struggle to the surface to get out of your hold

while your hands

lay silently at your sides-

how is my memory

lying to me

when i am sitting

like a duck in this room

how are my eyes

crying to me

when you sit there

like nothing to you

it is a rush

i will not

lift off now

without catching your satellite

like the magnet they are

so i am

living here with half a heart-soul

you are fire medicine magic

you are the point i am trying to make

a perfect paradox so

i know i should but goddamn

you know i cannot leave you behind now

i keep wanting to tell you, here it is

how i always call god

when the sunset breaks

make myself a lesson i will never learn

you will never fucking foster orphans

why do my dreams throw you so high

i can’t reach the rope to pull you down

and then it becomes

not just dreams

but the semblance of me

telling you how i spend all my time

how i have unearthed screaming hearts

just to call you god-

just to call god

you