Single

Wash your face

to the mirror in an open robe

while I watch you from the bed

we made a pool of sweat again

this afternoon a bedroom

two months into a day

it's a shame when the parts fit

it's a shame when the parts fit

but the machine won't work

all dressed up in the dream

but without the wings heating up to fusion

instead of a union

even love can't make two one

it's breaking me all

I could have done all

I did not do my exoskeleton heart

you reach to through my ribs

with your chipping fingers

and revealing fingernails

breathe into me breathe into me

your the pale-skin gift

that no god ever promised me

thank you for my life.