You fear no inferno when you are born amidst flames.It’s another flesh wound, another lasting burn.Carry them with you.

My sister wrote letters to the dead and hid them in her bedroom drawers.I wrote imaginary letters in my head to living.

Oh tell me again how you are saving me.Oh tell me again how you are leaving me.Take care, sweetheart. Play fair, sweetheart.Living different lives in empty beds.

I’m dancing on land mines across your chest.Hoping high hopes I’ll trigger some