your loving was never here is my only place in a white box altar of you prayers we told on the couch can’t be put in a box just yet they gave us the wrong shape at birth blood spent pushing through it just for you for us licked it off my fingers then yours in the bath we tried we tried we cried we tried to talk about our feelings sitting with you in an uncertain circle an uncertain dream but at least they can’t take those from us the flame of our best truths dreaming of truth with you at the altar of all they couldn’t stand behind less less less they said but we multiplied we drank we sang we talked we talked we tried we talked about them behind their backs maybe the morning has new dreams for her dream for us.
DREAM FOR US
in Typewriter, Feral