turns out what i thought was

lucifer plummeting from above

smoldering away

was just an ashtray

these nights stretch so long

nothing seems to move without you

i recognize these scars

from bedsores, not from whips,

from lying,

not suffering at all

the wind blows and it uproots the trees

bodies blow like glitter in a breeze

you can dance or you can try to hide

but i know which way i'd rather die from this

it gets into your eyes

like the holes in my arms define

how i care for you

i prepare for you

motionless