running miles in my mind
while gin provides a good time
it never was black and white
for that, you were right

tethered to the circumstance
of standing alone—
so I deny the phone
a ring to your throne
reaching for your bones
dead bodies wash ashore
memories of us ‘once before’

photo eclipse—
and the moon shun bright
full moon delight
the last time you were inside

I know I push
away from you
it’s a universal pull
away from danger
the way I’m caged up
next to a man
who measures love in rations
ashes on the shelf
a reckoning woman
creating her own wealth

you wouldn’t understand
what her heart holds
you wouldn’t dare to try
slithered in snake dust
a show buster
ego tripping

(cyclonic
or ironic
how iconic)

now you’re my muse.

I make profit off of you.