I don't take the rain for static anymore
just pull the stitches from our safety jackets
bobbing in the waves in the rows and rows of hearts
baby I lost our daughter following boats in the fog
tailored my face to your letters
ground my teeth into the shape of your tongue
listened to your ribcage creaking in triplicate
I could smell our child's death in my lungs
even though you were my favorite ecorche
I can breathe just fine
even though the figure-eight song is ending
I can breathe just fine
we'll have to cut out the root to find the barb of desire
we'll have to cut off our hands to find the blood of abuse
we'll have to remove the head to break the arc of the body
we'll have to break both our legs to stop the march to the lake
we'll have to cut out our hearts to stop the march of our hearts
the end begins within our breath
the end begins with the sound of a dead bird hitting the ground
because we dissolved the sky
no such thing as the sky
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