you surely look the part
white teeth teen-ed autonomy
can i be something to you -
a fork in your road;
a sign to go home to?
would you make it worth my while?
those lead-aspestos foundations
holding you down
"the parlous state of the life of you"
are you worth your weight in gold?
would you fill out the space with charcoal?
would you cut the mineral out of you
use it to pay back your debts?
you’ll always find another place to go
you’ll always find another wound to grow
grow another womb inside yourself
so that you can rub the feeling out of your skin
the baby-faced hate around your eyes
down my cheeks
that water’s only vice
is that of gravity
the perverseness of the wetness
the innocence you vacillate in
and anxiety as it leaves you on cold gym equipment.
find me in my shallows of it
puddled at your feet
all raining down
soaking back up into your thews
suddenly in a pool of it,
deep and warm and bright in the dark.
one street over
artificial and blue
next to a natural ebony lake of night
fumbling on the top of a wire fence into it
through cracked lenses
that left your heart pumping
waiting for an alarm to sound
pausing and panting and running for a *dip*
to just say that you did
and get the fuck right out of there
(slow it down; hold your ground)