“Some things don’t ever have to be let go of.”
He blew the whole damn candelabra out.
No merciful bit left lit to quiet my hunger.
I looked for starlight,
an addict,
cold sweat,
please, just one more hit
and I’ll be better.
Seasons
wore out my lusting.
And the sun drew me into her belly kicking and screaming.
By that time, the dark knew my bones,
and it hurt to be penetrated by love.