today I found the dryness of my own blood. the way it tastes different
than how it used to. someones hands are connecting the city to the
stars. the trees are reaching for the city. tonight my toes don't know
me. I'm walking in a straight line just to start recognizing the
scenery. I woke up here again. who's been carrying me? we should fall
out of this. maybe we can. look me in the mouth and say you can tell
me the color of my bones, tell me what is written across them. look at
me and describe how you'd escape if your house was on fire. tell me
you'd save the hanger in your closet that you swear is the goddamned
twin of my collarbones.