Tag: true detective

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Day one dark pinpricked with white-hot
specks of burning light and if they were
freckles on your face I would want to kiss
them for a taste, but we’re only soldiers
pulling one another from the
warring trench, only two wayward sons
walking barefoot atop a night-cooled
blacktop but that doesn’t mean
some things aren’t fated

You scream words I’ve never heard
before and they rise fast and well
on your tongue like blood, sound like
lost scripture in the dead of night
where we cling to one another without
ever saying we remember in the morning and
cigarette smoke is the kind of incense
you burn in this house, a sage against all seen
evils and if the curtains start to smell
like Camel Blue lights I say thank you god
for exorcising me from the clenched hand
of everything I didn’t have before, thank god
and thank god and
thank you
god

Sometimes I have dreams where you have
my grandmother’s old seam ripper in your hand
and I can’t do anything but watch and claw at my
closed throat while you snag and pull your stitches
loose one by one, open yourself back up to let the stars
and bitter velvet black run out and I try to catch
it in my hands but it pools too fast and that’s one
more fucking thing that I’ve gone and let slip
through my fingers, one more wasted life
to add to the first

There are moments that ask and moments that
answer and I still know how you take your
coffee after all these years, black on black without
a drop of white, still snap like a steel trap when
your stomach gnaws raw against your backbone and
those are the touchstones left like broken pavers
in memories let loose from behind ten
years’ worth of doors but your bare feet
on the kitchen floor are a blessing and your
hair gone loose around your shoulders
makes me wonder if I’m cursed and when
I find you standing out in the back yard at
three in the morning with your scars out
shining loud and proud you’ll say
look here, look at all these fucking stars
and I’ll be damned if I can see anything at all
but you