its not mine

i don’t need to see your face

ill cut out all my mirrors

and when you hold me and

sun slips through sheets

we are lit with tangerine rind light

lips beestung love drunk and automatic

just say a name

it doesn’t have to be mine

oh no it doesn’t have to be mine

heiroglyphics

and symphonies across my skin

everyone i know flies south

until their skin feels warm enough

to lie dead 

trailing behind their footsteps

like snake skins and elephant tusks

i used to like your leopard spots and

my tiger stripes

we are animals

and sometimes

in our silence

we speak in volumes

just say a name say a name

it wont be mine