Washing Up 

my hands    are dirty

I’ve been

digging

hit bone, hit earth,

hit rock, hit bone
You are gone
deep in Earth’s

core,

away from the

center

of my heart
You are dead
my hands

are dirty

I’ve been

cleaning

up your

blood

from the rug
Red finger tips

like my mother’s

 

lipstick
I thought I was her

then there was

you

consuming me

like a

fresh

catch
I bit the bait

but never bled

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Astrology

once, in the morning
I woke up next to the
green
                       nautical

                star
on your left shoulder
I thought about the constellations
what brought us                    here
you, to me

the Lion and the Fish
I am your prey, content
you
                        snatched me
with your paw
out of the rushed river bend
and swallowed me
whole

inside your insides
it is purple
and swollen
                             air
doesn’t seep in
because you hold your breath
because you
    drown

I thought about what happens
when the Lion falls into water
              sinking
                 to
                the
              bottom
or floating, flailing its monstrous paws
crying for help
just for a full stomach
a full heart