CONTENT WARNING:
i was born at twilight
always looking for the hour
when the moon and the sun
share the sky
looking for a home
they can share
against this wedge of darkness
i carry in my side
eve's rib
the forgotten mother
of a drunk tongue
or an angry name
buzzing like a mouthful of moths
or maybe just one
pressed to my wrist
a reminder of mistakes
of fathers already gone
and mothers hiding in their own minds
my nimble fingers
no match for my palms
or the too soft soles
of my feet
a lie written in sunsets
a misstep only at dusk
when the sky bleeds
and the moon sighs
to the metronome
of the long nights
no sense in breaking lines
to fit into my teeth
like a body getting softer
when it should know better
in the dreams of traitors
i watch at night
too sharp to keep
when the sun is
high in the sky
and my fevered brain
and the sweat falling
between my breasts
just a story
without a protagonist
a backdrop for an illusion
too elaborate to ground
an unbroken list
of blurry words
and jagged lines