sweet effay

i fed a flower stem through the buttonhole of your blouse...

i fed a flower stem through the buttonhole of  your blouse. you were carving stray creatures  out of cloud with your nail. let me cut  the crusts off either side of your name  in a way no one else would dare do for you.  the ends gather dust in an old marlboro  gold tin box. the only way you’ll always  be mine. i would kill to feel you bunch  my bone-broth hoodie in your fingers  one last time but killing in your name  is what grossed you out and away.  a whale. i crane my neck. all i see  is a freight-train. rorschachs in the  candy-painted sky remind me i am  not you and you are not i. an icarian  tragedy if i ever saw one drop. i think  you’d floss my veins with barbed wires  if you saw me now. but i just wonder  if you ever found the day’s eye  dying in your blouse.