just visiting

charred stripes around dark eyes

reaching out in warm light

to my smile

curving up like stark nights

when the moon slivers

sideways

7:17 in the ICU

watching pig skin seep in

through the cracks of your

melanin

curving my digits on

the bed rim if not on

your hands

you’re you and we’re not friends

lips fat with wrong colors

skin soft if not dead