we sink
& choke on our own want
& decide it’s enough
& pull down our own quiet
& swim in swallowed songs
& follow our own wounds home
& peel back our skin
& look at the mess we’ve made
& love all things but not at the same time
& wonder what we were thinking
& deserve every bit of this pain
& run towards it
& pray it never completes us,
pray and pray and
