11:08 AM

The upside-down octopus' secret.

There is an urchin buried in
your chest cavity. I will dig for it, but there's nothing
but soft mucus inside. I will crack you open
when you
hand me a drink, throwing tools
to the floor around our feet, and, with the
sweetest voice I can
wrangle from the
depths of the raspy
throat I've been trying to keep
from you these past couple
of weeks, I will strain to pour myself
into you. I would burn our
fingertips together, melting and mixing waxes, if
you gave me
the chance, but where
did you get the idea that I
want anything permanent? We are strays together, nomandic
servants of the curse, making
our pilgrimage
to the tangles.