The D(esol)ate
Bask together and
hold hands as
sunlight breaks,
through blinds.
We are all in love.
We are all so tragic.
Our hearts handle like glass
and close like bear traps.
With bodies like leaves:
piled on, tree roots and moss,
dangling limbs with dirt for teeth,
we notch our belts.
And sing in our sleep.
Our collective cadence
reaches for miles,
like homeless dogs, hungry,
scrounging for meals
in dumpsters, decrepit in alleys.
Oh, we are all so tragic.
Our love can’t reach
enough to appease.
We stick our heads, deep
into ovens of self loathing
and doubt, gas filling our lungs:
The heart ignites a flame,
charring our skin
and securing our sin.
Our lives etched in the memories,
of those we’ve touched
with our dying hands.
