We sit dangling our feet
over a cliff’s edge.
inhaling a breeze of talcum powder
                                                   _{…and other sharp items.}

what thrill.

our shadows had grown to giants
when the sun broke its yolk into the sky,
the horizon gave birth to it.


that feeling

you cannot succumb to
a finger stroking eyelashes
unforgiving silver blade under lower lip;

that raw chewing noise…
your cheek is in the way of your teeth.
no,
you’re nibbling the inside of your cheek.


and now.
I swallowed you whole
a curvaceous triangular pill
that excreted metallic taste.

yesterday had come
when today had went.
and it was as simple as learning.

learning again:
to blow bubblegum bubbles.
a sarcastic raise of an eyebrow,
we cross our ring and pinky fingers.

ecstatically real;
a firm push on the black button
sewn on the chest of cradling sweater.

We sat dangling our feet
over a cliff’s edge.
inhaled a breeze of talcum powder
                                                   _{…and other sharp items.}