he leaves me fanged like lilac
whispering into dive bar mirrors for the burns
calling his name in dark rooms i find salvation
—prayer only in lonely bedroom dance
really i just want his hands all over me
the raspberries sweet & holy
him to be the weather
between my thighs
haunted still by the glass shards & leftover gin
but plastic tulips unravel it all
cigarette smoke on the fire escape
the only proof he was here, elsewhere, sometime