I wish you would
lay me to rest
i'll go nude in a snowfield
or let the leaves hold me
- a treacherous grip in my chest.
Somewhere in the distance a man creates a dull thud with his hammer.
I let the smoke and coffee soak through my teeth.
The heat of dawn’s sun gives me fever
and
the dark buzzing voice through the radio drapes over me like a wet blanket.
I had the pen between my lips wishing it was your finger - or a cig.
an icecube melts on my chest,
and runs around me.