SHARING A BED

fire dampens 

little submissive archetype 

bearing resentful sweets

I will contain, not move

I will press you and 

never be satisfied with 

the pressing 

think of the sweet pizza 

I lived on in Queens 

roll my body out

give it a chance 

to deflate

were the stars more

when we were young, 

or were our brains just 

better at falling?

brains like leaking lakes

spring-green grass

shaking in low wind 

and a chanted whisper

daring no-one 

to love you