oh, and the back window! the back window! the back window!
and the living room, the living room
on the floor
near the nightstand.
and all of this happened roughly 2 years ago.
you in your blue sweater.
it was soft and it was kind and
i wanted to borrow it.
(i never did).
and mouths shattered
lights outside exploded
and Tycho played
and feet shuffled
and the stairs were so dirty once we entered.
the floors a mess
once we had decieded to leave.
and all those knives on the stove
halfway burnt in order to feel good
the couch that he slept on.
the tv i never had.
and the door was set up in a barricade
the night you came over.
the boys wanted to play a trick on us.
but we didnt laugh.
well, yes we did.
he had a face that resembled Sophia Loren
and then he had a face that mutated colors.
and she had a face that crushed matter
and i had no eyes, only eager limbs.
and in that room, standing in the center
for the first time
i felt my spine.