the city i grew up in is a windowless van
so my heart looks like
the wire
wrapped around my wrists
where the birds
still try to land
im not a girl who spills with petals
not soft
a metal
i dissemble
i make like the ground
its about a lot of blood and trying to find
something to look at on the ceiling
the first time you kissed me
was like planting seeds in the cement
& i don't want them to grow now
so i'll take down the sun
and watch it brighten in the bed behind us