dragonflies

In the evening rain, you are

too blue and hushed



You ask for whiskey.



two dull, lead-pencilled lungs

float in the cool of the night

a corpse, a watery grave



a hallway filled with my demise

a thousand portraits all of you

a thousand portraits you will burn, a

thousand portraits you will claim

have splintered your soul and



WHO—

the distance roars

i roar back

And now, I rest beside you

the strange apparition of your childhood dreams

shut with vulnerability in the form of

spilled ink, there are no more words just

hardened bumps where fire has

licked my arms dry



the veins in my hands are starting to show

help, i cry, i am materializing, i

am aging and you

close your eyes the bedroom

bites deep into your

tears



I, malformed

an unfinished fantasy.

Comfort Women, they whisper

my hair

tightens fast around your neck



bold and lonely, bold and lonely



i don't know what to say, sometimes.

we took a walk

in a snow-laden park

a boy kicked a ball there, some flowers

still stood, a bird followed us, the sky

tumbled down



we could not hold hands, we were wearing mittens



i fell apart between

the fourth bend and a coffee stand

and you watched with frightened eyes,

life howling through your veins—