you would build a house for me
from stones and spit with your hands
You closed your eyes
nursing at me
tugging me soft into your mouth
and all the floorboards moaned
some impossible weight
some secret my look must have given away
I clean the blood and hair from inside me
white bathroom walls
and pictures hung crooked
Avoid mirrors and sharp things
You lay waiting for me
outside the door in your underwear
I’ve made myself poor and lonely
to crawl next to you and fall asleep like this