Mothball
And this is what it felt like when you kissed me that night in the dreamy way all things in contact with you tend to go like bleach spilling sharp on my bare skin I like that taste of battery acid bubbling corroding my tongue with you I feel there’s a promise of a permanent mid-june sun like laying in the in the grass to soak it all in And sister’s hands are good at helping fingers gentle when the smudge tears from red cheeks and all ten set me down in the freshly mowed lawn where the ants are left to crawl, make a map of my legs, my back, my shoulders they use their tiny legs to tickle the backs of my knees and they laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh “sad stupid girl with her face in the grass you can’t keep begging everyone to love you” Heavy as a brick let them take me over take blue veins and peach stained skin envelop me under the weight of their precious bodies skeleton bugs, bring me melting down into the earth! into the dirt! my bones will join the roots of the chopped down oak my muscles will fade into a patch of purple clovers let me join in the backyard let me join in everywhere you are let all the little girls pick the flowers of me and we’ll listen to the laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh