hey, i was looking for you
chalky black weeds
tangle of ankle
shadows of apple blonde hair
on redondo beach
with sand in the elastic
of my underwear
my arms asleep beneath your bones

the sun is coming
spinning as a chandelier
it still isn't scary
your obituary

my arms are none of this business
my arms, so full of hearts

sun -- bleeding like a blade
hey, i was looking for you