amphibious, androgynous

in my dream you are slippery

my interest grows immediately

you have seaweed between your fingers

lips and limbs

amphibious

androgynous

amphibious

ninety-eight percent water

i try to write love songs

but my words remain in my hands

and my hands fall to the floor

somewhere in the distance something hurts

i dream i have a lover made out of twigs

i snap his legs

and snap his lips when we kiss

yes you're him!

the way it goes

this worries me

the dream doesn't fade

it keeps worrying me

i try not to hurt you

but in my dream the twigs keep breaking

i took so gently but they snap

and when you open your mouth to speak

you make no sound

silently coughing up black sap

in real life i haven't even seen you up close

only from below

in the dream you are silent and i am

i try to write love songs

but with every word i can hear the twigs breaking

somewhere in the distance something hurts

the next day it is i who break

it's a clear spring day and i fill with sky

ninety-eight percent blue

the day i find myself downing black things: coffee

raisins

raw chocolate

i can feel my bones burn to coal

my blood burns to oil

black soap

i'm becoming you