#real rough draft

I won’t say your heart is full of coffins. To know this I would need to push the quill back through your stitches, and you gave me such a lovely gift, long and smooth, white and dark like a dappled feather. We drove through days, once, and melting hotels, and people we both knew from different angles. Disrespectful spectre. Do you remember the words I bit into you against the mirror as we turned in shadow orbit, that fluorescence, that gin? You read small print well, you were a small thing, a needle inside of a needle.

All we really want is to embrace, to rejoice, to one day find someone to Love.