I want to swallow the noises you make when
you sleep and feed them back
to you like a bird. I want to lick
your heart into shape. I am in love with so many
things, she says, and I can't
have any of them. I just
this is our home and it's burning all around us.
sometimes I feel a little mad. sometimes I feel
like looking out the right window makes anywhere
feel like home. sometimes I feel like
the only one I ever turned to is the one
who's holding the match and it almost--
no, it breaks my heart.
it really, really does.
at night I close my eyes and remember what it feels like
to be in love. mostly
I remember how often it made me cry, and how
it's not supposed to be like that. it's not supposed to be like that.
no, it's not.
this was our home and it's burning all around us.