Kevo

depression in the other pillow is deep your head is a hot air balloon i wish you’d be there when my hamster dies my heart is locked up, whirring photo paper scrunched by anguish your eye invisible from fold line i lay out my bones in my grave my femur is a bit cracked, but still a-ok i want you a-ok like my femur you are the largest bone in my body please god don’t scatter his bones in the trenches, mixed up with fools’ blood, lost love letters, trench coats torn on nails, the same nails that tore your own hands my foot steps out of church prayers become advertisements i see prayers in the mail can i not pray for you? i sit by my window twilight breeze whistles, sheer curtains waltz there is a picture of a rose on the back wall white coverlet idles as maidens do a marble statue, right hand grazes mine like the arrow of cupid, too far to pierce me i fall at sandaled feet i am venus, under the net alone i am psyche, left on the cliff alone i am eurydice, lost as a ghost alone a marble statue does not wake, become flesh become kevo give god his marble orbs, sprout gelatinous lenses in return give hairline crack for hairline, alabaster for alabaster brow chisel marks for chiseled shoulders i wake a start a beginning? depression in the other pillow is deep