Spill your brokenness
into the space between our hands
and let it fill in the gaps between our fingers
again.
Complete this task once more,
let the us of now flourish
in between baths of bloodrite
and becoming.
Settle this score
that has wedged itself
into our garden
between the growth
and decay
we so desperately sought
before.
—
Our fathers fought themselves into places of
darkness.
Silver spoon eyes and restless legs
Cancer enough to fill ourselves with multiplied regrets
and unspoken fears.
Shatter yourself into enough pieces to pick them up
and feel wholly together for once.
—
Padded footfalls in woods we call our own
while you are stalked by creature of your
own abominable design.