I feel caught up in some hazy interlude
that never ends
Round and round it plays
my whole body caught up in its
slow
moving
delirium
A room with no walls
The tunnel is dark
in the places in between
there isn’t any light at the end
Because there is no other side
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror
And for a second, I do not recognize Her
The split ends
Pulse like frayed wires
I
can see
everything
The girls,
morphing into women,
who have carved me open
and turned me inside out
I realize
I love them
As they suck their fingers clean
And I notice myself whispering
Remember this
Remember this
Remember this
The interlude starts again
Pulling like sweet fever
She is standing next to me
As my reflection
falls
away
Her bones settle into Her skin
crackling when she breathes
The body, wet and shiny
Her eyes searching through the black
Girl,
It’s a modern innovation.
