2 poems
your aperture narrows as f /our voices deepen sunlight burns through exposed cloth shutters
we made you to protect an us we never realized would be safe as she is it’s no decorative pansy
darkrooms reveal stains & splatters under safety lightbulb, glowing ruby our eyes don’t adjust yet
we have twins, don’t we? is it sisters, not twins? god, no that’s a different flower entirely — rosemary
the black bottle kept just out of reach of those who fear my obsidian liquid
a toxicology report: deadly in large doses but taken with care the hurting heals us
sure, share a nightcap wince with me in pain we need this to sting no easier, knowing it
small sips are sweet deeper drinks, bitter stone fruit can’t mask a burning this intense
scared to let you see me like this — red eyes pierce pewter framing you want, no, need to
as the spirit fully hits there’s no stopping this drink. the cork is broken now