turns out what i thought was
lucifer plummeting from above
smoldering away
was just an ashtray
these nights stretch so long
nothing seems to move without you
i recognize these scars
from bedsores, not from whips,
from lying,
not suffering at all
the wind blows and it uproots the trees
bodies blow like glitter in a breeze
you can dance or you can try to hide
but i know which way i'd rather die from this
it gets into your eyes
like the holes in my arms define
how i care for you
i prepare for you
motionless
