gray eyes link these sharp dawns
bird-chested
these cornered arms
half-lit, mirthless, marksman
o[?]bending[?] chute, & charm

i took your portrait from the wall

and your picture at the window

sucked your lemon dry and wept

deep in the hall



who would swallow my life?

and leave me as a child

in the whale i can see the bone

and the muscle in dim-light



who would swallow my life?

and leave me here to die

in these arms i can feel my home

breaking from inside



in these arms i can feel my home

breaking from inside



who would swallow my life?

and leave me here to die

in these arms i can feel my home

breaking from inside