I rose with the sun / and the swift love
skin to skin / blood and breath.
it offends by / simply existing
these places are not yours / these places must grant permission
the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.
a fire / a trough / a pill
the subtle nose dive / the silent quake
you have the wicked ability / to paint flowers as death's invitation.
like placing paper / to the flame.
i am effortlessly erratic