gypsyribs

four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into.  your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wanted

Love wasn’t in the air the night you unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my skin. No, love definitely wasn’t in the air the night we spent in heat of moments, sweating and tumbling and fumbling on your father’s bed. It was anywhere but there. Does love go on vacation? I ponder and make fleshy butterflies from my outstretched fingers. Probably. I can’t remember much but I can remember the beginning. The burn of acid bleeding and gushing past my tongue and down my throat. The noises and then your silence. The clumsiness and then the awkward kisses. You had a garden of dark hair growing from your scalp and dirt eyes. You had a

. I paid for you in silver dollars, rabbit bones, and snail shells. Beneath the flannel crush, a twining of lash fingers, I weight you with catamount claws, I bury you in firewarmed stone You are mine, and I eat you with moth mouth and spin you to silk. When the winter stripped aspen bark and the elk starved til their hooves were too light to keep them tethered- I carved the shape of a palm beneath the doorwood and you tied three husk dolls to the tallest sapling. We were a bowl, carved hollow and narrow as pine needles and pressed against coals and dog fur, leaning like lightning away from blistered earth, taut with fre

we are in the front of your car and you tell me all these stupid things about how i am one of two people you care about. you drove all this way to apologize. you think my hands are beautiful and i am saying bullshit bullshit bullshit and you are looking at me like you used to. - i picked up the phone and all i wanted was you all i want is you. - i am caught in pine needles and thumbtacks, and i am going nowhere. -