fodder

i am sorry to back up my race

theft is the only institution

ever to absorb me

now my heart is ecstatic 

with forgetfulness

you lick the wounds

but close the fists

the blood still keeps me up

all night

don't fodder the crows any longer

seeds fall from their feathers

forests thrive out of each corner

the walls darken

my friends are smiling at the ends

of driveways

elegant soldiers

on fire all the time

they ask in text messages

is yr body a lie

and i just slip from this posture

down from this laugh to a quieter one

i strip the alders of their bark

while the sap is high

i insulate my walls from the inside

come over and we'll trust ourselves

as loud as we want

you waited five years 

with a girly cigarette in your teeth

but your friends have all forgotten

what they wanted to say

your bedside is hardbacks and pipe ash

rockstar bios and a bible cracked maybe twice

i'm not sorry anymore

there's nothing here to leave