silt foundations

our thoughts took shape

when i recognized your presence

shrouded in salted steam and haze

i wanted to cover the floor in sand

and gorge each grain with the shame scattered around me

while i clawed at the blinds

and inhaled ash and smoke

and citrus

we stumbled from window sills

chasing broken glass

and dislocated ourselves on thumbtacks and drywall nails

jammed through insulation and skin

we built scaffolding on your hips

and spanned oceans with our sinew

and i choked on the barbed wire of your lips

and your flux

our collisions toppled power lines in rain storms

and cracked silt foundations and pillars

while we disregarded stop signs

and raced sheets of rain and nightfall

we coiled ourselves around streetlamps and tent poles

and stared at stop motion blood and emotion

spattered on the walls

and sidewalks