a traitor of a thousand miles, i'll hold you in my shoe
push'd into my heels, step by step
those memories of black and blue
though time heels all wounds, it doesn't unbreak bones
chatter'd open in the breeze and brine
hanging like a laugh, swinging
alien on a face so tragic
painted with mascara, running toward gravity
running toward the sea
sprinting and tumbling and drowning
the wet sand between your fingernails

clawing, digging; anchor'd into death, determined
anchor'd into death from which I will come to condemn you
to more death
on your feet instead of in the ocean
carrying it like atlas unless you should fall again
so close to rest
so close to ease
just to have me pick you up

and here we are at brunch, meeting accidentally
a thousand faces apart, 
but fear moves as the crow flies
and the creeping cold still hurts my hands
the same as it hurts you.