Detroit dropped beneath us

Carefully pushing us away from his chest

Streets become floss

Landscape 

The color of pond

Dry like a split end 

The houses like a keyboard 

Flat like buttons

We have left 

the coffin of Michigan for the

Flamingo of mexico

C.

I remember when

This woman, my age

Like a mother

Took me into her arms 

The vines of so many arms

Shoulders chests 

Was a careful roof On my chaos

Today

I found a breeze that cooled my fears

it's been inside me

All along

In the form of you 

Matchstick

In the last week 

I have been building my very own house of fear

I even put a chimney in it somewhere next to my heart

So I could stir up a fire now and then

Coveting has been the wood and every tiny mistake you make has struck a match. 

E.

It just so happens that the one pedicure I do I have to wear gloves for so that I don't feel like I'm smelling her feet or eating her toe jam for the rest of the week and 

It just so Happened that this week one of her toenails flung into my bra 

And she took her body

Heavy and aged

The boots zipped up the front

And walked right into an active massage room that she thought was an exit. 

I say why. 

He says I'm teaching you to love well

And He also must think he's funny. 

all of my eyes watch you
even my skin is watching you.

my fingers ache for words
pigment of oil
and you

the you i see when you first said i love you
the you i see carefully being born beneath the good instruction of other men like water rising and falling over the rough parts of your stone
the you i see when there is an idea in your womb
your eyes like fire
birth it into mine.

We stare straight 

There are 

No words to string together

All of a sudden the walls are intricate 

This water necessary 

And the red leaves of the balsam trees elaborate

Thank goodness she's a fast pee-er 

ET

it happened to me too
i get it

The devil had barely spoken but

I already believed every word

It took years 

To restore my brain

Could anxiety be a demon, I suppose he could be

Lurking about

Lusting for weakness

Maybe it makes him feel strong to try drown this well lit girl

The thing is is:

Something that holds light cannot be snuffed out

Because while the devil is pouring water on her fire

The holy spirits pours oil

Fish

I watch all of his fingers tremble

He feet barely move

Across the hospital floor as we accidentally take the long way

To the ER

They hook him up

The needles the bed the tiny robot whose mouth bites over his finger to check all the levels the blood the heartbeat

Nurse, she is like a dock for a boat

In the storm

Calm and able and stretched along side of him carefully putting into words what we all want to scream

You could have died

Rehab is the best option

Everyone is shaking their heads yes

Even he is this time

So they take him

I can hear my moms voice over her text

She says her organs are breaking

But her hands are empty of solutions 

Which is a rarity 

No closet

No dresser

Six metal bunk beds 

As if this is a jail cell

Visiting hours are on the weekend

He knows no one 

And then we just leave him there as if he deserves punishment or something of the sort