Your small fingers ran down my sternum
tracing an incision before
you broke me apart
at my ribs
a red and white striped
hard candy lattice
stubborn and forbidding
snapping through it is a difficult art
I’ll break your teeth if you aren’t careful.You were anxious to undo
the layers
and get to that
fragile origami heart
a flimsy paper box of too-soft chocolates
unappealing
But you’re the curious…
I feel judged by my Netflix. (at Vejle, Denmark)
Marcelline gets me.
Ella came home from the hospital, medicated. She stared at the TV for weeks, wide mouth, dilated pupils, and damp like a beached fish. I watched her watch TV while the stitches healed.
She would binge watch haunting “documentaries”, insisting they were cozy and comforting. She liked the insulation of problems within a dark house, a claustrophobic terrarium of people losing their minds over how…
True Detective gets me.
Me, trying to make friends.
