with ray guns gaping
……………at my chest,
with a membraneless shape
……………floating dark on dark
and you’d say,
…………..drink a glass of water,
go back to bed.
And if that sound is not rat scuffle
…………..or upstairs flats
but the tearing of worlds
…………..choking greys from motherships,
all distress signals
…………..run off-script
because you are the one
…………..in the patchy home videos,
hungry anecdotes,
…………..the black-splattered myth
that once held me,
…………..lighter than rain.
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