Missing Saturns

perpetual confessions resolve to burnt spoons and scalded pots.
empty meals at hollow tables. the truth is licorice. addictively tart.
worn by her words. in broken zippers and stubborn knots.
each new sentence finding her more naked than the last.

churning. ample discord finds its toes. despair draws its maps
and only after discovers the treasures hidden. in pierced fruit thighs
and melting ice cream lips.

she's not who she is. years now. as someone else. a blurry enemy.
at the extent of her vision. a coin frozen in the air. a predator fitfully sleeping.

spoils the chase. in resting atoms and hungry chaos.

the sweet sip of surrender. a welcome poison.