The Orange Against Her Mail​-​Order Ax

 

The Orange Against Her Mai-rder Ax

hoarse their blanks
I must stop up her jaw
their sheets in lit breath

fists fly the thoughts

give me one quick change my life
the wall between me
and the people touching each other

every morning I lie

stuck and watch her

wake up

she slips out of bed onto the floor
loosens her muscles over her foam roller
cleans out toxins she pretends

calf massages and foot tickles
excuses to touch and be touched
soft little lighthouses
your thighs in sweatpants
are even more star-crossed and wrenching

than the needle head pulling
sound from those old records
that set me searching for you

in the first place