Afro-asiatic spastic tickle in my throat when I go for it did you know there’s sugar in the ocean tangled like slow laughter in the weeds ? Did you unload the gun or remember a shard of coral calcium and send a trance yawning for sunny mirrors before it lunged into your artery either way you’re gone I want to be honest I celebrated I danced on the blunt glass of your nectarine attitude and sipped the bloody mud packs of my own deliberate footprints on the way, fasted on that blood until you came back and my throat constricted in a two-faced seizure of hope and dread.
Resurrection is petty a hustle a hassle I love you I’m so glad
