sᴀʟᴛ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ, & ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ

xii. shadow

to the body
that scribble the sadness
and the mouths
eating the mad:

I want you
I want to burrow
myself. inside
your heart
sleep
within your bones

and maybe then,
you will know. . .

I am not.
merey
a poem

I cannot be contained
in pretty
or awful
or broken pieces
of prose

neither of
light

you have
to love my body
and my toxic

before
everything else
can matter

no man can love
these into stillness
no woman
can mollify their
ugly

write.
the words
and be the words

embody me

always holding
your hands
and loving you,

shadow