The cartilage in his ear is shattered and this makes me appreciate the moon
its wholeness, hovering behind me like a shadow-puppet's stage
no secret I cheated on god with my pussy wet like a lake
& how many trees I have passed under, Cardi B, how many shadows in the living
room taller than I'll ever be, hallucinations now, boy shadow-
Still, I walk 36th street every day & more often than not it is dark when he say
he love me like Lucy and more often than not I count my ribs in the basement
spread glitter on my eyelids even though the party is long over-
the scarlet sky above us red like bloody shoes as we dig our hands
into the emptiness of outside. The wind snakes past the boys sparring in the fruit
orchards; they shatter the apples, they break further the broken fence