do you know where you are?

love like crystalline,
like mahogany,
(polished wood).

voice like gravel,
guitar like the end of the world.
voice like barbed wire,
like fingers on my skin.

you, writ large.

midterm haiku.

midterms suck, but i
have a timeline. i also
slept with your mother.

anarchy.

create chaos and i will join you in the bed.

salvation.

i tell you to walk on, but he can’t talk about it, crying,
such violence and i’m laughing, crossing myself.

resurrection.

this crucifixion is in the shape of a lie, the slip of my story, words formed where actions never happened – all talk and no movement; a heady proposition prefixes a quiet night.