I heard you cursing me, / telling me you loved me, in the same breath. / Know they noted my last words— / Don’t tell the kids.

I have never been able to afford a dress that did not smell like death. /
Even the moths lust for cashmere instead of polyester.

Why not jump in / and swim back to that place? We came from // the water.

And it was beautiful. The night began and years passed within the / forest. Coughs of trees and the blue snow light tapped the window. / Your shape for the window.

the wolves of the mountain cry about /
nothingness but their mouths are soaked in blood /
and when the gods spray their rain of grace, new arable grows

I’m like how did I miss this Toni is my girl I remember all / them car rides when my mother played the hell out of Toni’s debut album in 93’