i think my name is safest
let’s start at the home i made
in your ribcage, clawing on the lead pipes
of your bones.
the summer searched for something i loved
and something i lost (or perhaps i missed)
your crooked coffee stain smile still illuminates
those lazy days spent by the river
dreaming of the
your words tumbled out into milky cascades
foreshadowing the collapse of the atmosphere.
you scooped me up into the safety net of the summer, making me realize
that the world is a beautiful place.
in your mouth