in the lacuna
call me "leggy" and we'll get married, yeah?
And the coastline is quiet.
While we’re quietly losing control.
And we’re silent but sure
we inventened the cure
that will wash out my memories of her.
“The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered.
The water is red.”
Like you, like you. —
I do not wear a welcome mat
on my chest
just so people can walk over it
fumbling with the keys
to the locks they keep building
for the doors I keep opening
hoping someone will see the rainforest growing
in my living room. —
Andrea Gibson (via