In the beginning friends
they wanted me to have. This quiet
the summer sweat on
nothing, I wanted nothing from no one.
And you: heat and silence,
and damaged, both of us,
The flesh of those days
Skin following skin
because from the beginning
It’s the sharpness
trap shadow, that will core me
The edges of your bones,
that is to become this obsession, this haunting.
Every gray sky and unlit room in this city
sunlight in June, shadows blowing
flowers floating down like disembodied butterflies,
floating, flying, flown.