Language
Words I own like earrings
My folks-
My friends-
All strangers
But the kind you depend on
You and I
We know the fucking names of everything
So at night-
When we drink and talk
Sweet wine
Sweet words
An spill
Spill
Spill
Our secretes like seed
Like milk
Like sin
I am wind from end to end
My heart
Like a flock of migrating birds
Other times
I feel like empty space
After I have spilled organized letters-
I am a rare non-habitat
But always there will be more words
Breath
Held breath
Full words
Conversations
Like long freight trains