Her teeth are red from chewing hearts,
she knows every one of Jupiter’s moons,
and the ink from her pen
stains hand and cheek.
I hope the tides will swell in soon.
She never understood why caged birds sing
yet always croons her best in June.
I burned up all the pictures
just to feel complete.
I hope the tides will swell in soon.
I traced each vertebrae with my tongue,
stepping stones that led to ruin.
She dressed me in velvet,
then forgot me here.
I hope the tides will swell in soon.
The stars are bright and beckoning
as I lay down in the dunes.
Water licks my tender feet,
and even as I drift to sleep
I hope the tides will swell in soon.
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