Is it warmest inside the sun, the way its arms might crave a planet to hold.
Supernova
Superficial
Is there a flavor that you’ve craved since birth but never tasted?

It’s the dissonance of the distances that keep me coming back.

We sit atop our tables like a holiday feast
And eat the words we say the least
Bitter and rotten, we try to hide our displeasure
Baked bread but forgot the yeast

You and me
Turned to us and we
And we’ll carve the statues of each other
Because the marble will not believe
The way we think we look
Wheeling down the wooden paths
The brakes weren’t cut
We just didn't care

They labelled us contagions
Hands dragging nooses behind us
Like tails between our legs
Memorials of webs lost to a dust rag
Crack open the urn and lay out the lines
Honor the dead by consuming the remains
We fed them to the fire
Now the fire feeds us

Arid, my skin has cracked and broken
A glass shattering beneath the open sun
Maintaining my borders
Maintaining my fences
Maintaining my isolation
The only way to look over
Is to look down

I want nothing more than to find you
But what will I see when I do?
Are you still broken?
Is some assembly required?

All the roads point away from you
But the river washes me home.
I broke my teeth on the gravel in your driveway
Trying to dull the edge that came from your words.

Here I stand
Take your best shot
You may hold me down
With the talons and tethers you were assigned
But you will never break this
All of these wounds are self-inflicted
You will never know the pleasure
You will never know