between concrete cracks

 Driven!

by a scream that holds my throat

Her wrists are tight

She laughs in small circles

My bed a converbelt

for lust finding a home

We

are

emptiness

She falls to all fours

Tears

are sold on the market like snake eyes!

We were all once children supporting soldiers

Remove my skin    and

your smell will arise

from my pores, if I lie long enough

to drip

drip

drip

We are empty

test tubes

in

a

production line

My spine is crying

through teeth of gloss

in print

I am hot!

We are not the “left”

I won’t say please

You try…

to empty your hardness into my palms

but my skin can only absorb love

we pummel each other like gall bladders on an old winters day

pummel

loafers of our resignation

beauty in seeing a body get old…

sometimes I put my fingers inside and wonder if we will ever make it that far…

and then I cry

in a voice unknown to me

like my mother is in my womb and I inturn birth her

with each push I die

and live

we are not falling but growing upwards

between concrete cracks