you can fit in the holes

she is bright in her fingers with rows of
skin and teeth bent into the
wrist like a make-believe poet that can only skip words and
pray on the ground with laughter behind her lips.
cold cracked floor on the ceiling behind her
that plays like a guitar in july.

he wants to wake up beside her and kiss
the air that surrounds the bedside and
pull her hair around his wrists because
it can fit in bundles like straw
or cellophane in strips.


mirror image on a sky frame
shaking and swallowing on the ceiling
gnashing gums that skip a line into your nose and
make you bleed from
inside your marrow.

i am alone in this want and there is an
aching in the bottom of my feet like i want to
kick into the nails on the side of the window and
just float over to where you used to be.

II.

midnight strikes and i am alice bell in a bun
and a dress and i am pacing across the floor with another
boy in my arms and he is limp.
i am feeling where his heart beat used to be but it is
gone and now i only have his
pieces in my
coffee