teeth pearled white       and sunk
into a roux-colored boy

I dig souvenirs under my nails
and blood pools                       in his tomorrow

they could take him any day now
             they are taking one a day now

So I stamp his smile in my lock screen
I stay the night             and my body houses

us both            the bed:     a smoky embrace
of lit blunts                  palming me

I moan loud     as a siren
become the only death             he can hear coming