he's
face down on the bathroom floor
I was
eyes up with him above me
his had laces
mine had fingers.
walk the gale,
snatch the wind. he
took ink, I cast
windstorms in my living room in
my dressing gown, took flight
cross-country.
you always date the same ones, boy.
he's
slender, I curve
he
births wisdom, I
come with knives.
and how could I not defend my sibling?
walk the gale
conquer stolen breath.
he shouts while I whisper. we
both have knives.
for eli. nice fucking gale walk.