confession

[RiverNotch]

confession


god's wrath as lightning. midnight
hands that touch, a tongue that licks --

morning. scarlet cloth, candlestick ready to pierce, to force open
my nine mouths and burn me brighter
than the temple dedicated, defiled --

i grab my phone. i plug the headphones in. i link, i listen.
i exhale. through the open window eyes that watch: bodies on the shelf,
cameras in the distance --

cats on a cooling roof, our lips as keys.

confession


in the middle of the night
hands that touch, a tongue that licks --

morning. scarlet cloth, candlestick ready to pierce, to force open
my nine mouths and burn me brighter
than the temple in Kislev, or Av, or Nisan --

i grab my phone. i plug my headphones in. i link, i listen. 
i exhale. through the open window eyes that watch: bodies on the shelf,
cameras in the distance --

cats on a cooling roof, our lips as keys.