in a few months, i will shed you off

now that you're mostly dead skin

we let the stolen communion tablets melt on our tongues when no one could see

what we've come to be

only the melancholy believe

that there is air to breathe inside our memories

something here is crushing me in the night, and I wake up heavy

so heavy, I am compelled to visions of its disappearance-

where I could see for years

with new communicated senses, we'd smell our heartbeating

we'd be encompassed by space, I could hear your low exhale from far away

and maybe I'd learn to recognize myself again because I would be so much more

light

I dreamt last night of large sea mammals, who are beautiful