there is nothing i cannot do. but there is nothing i can undo. the paradox of your heel, the stretch of my neck, this memory that will not leave me alone, tortured comfort. we are all things, skin twisted against the bone, a lip caught on barb wire, a tooth scraped against concrete.
i had held you against the night with some flimsy promise we made to each other but only you made it to the dawn while i shattered in the sun