I hold you tight to me.
What else can I do
when enemies seep up
through the floorboards
and those cups lie
unclean in the kitchen?
Is this mess of our making?
I curve you to me
like a question mark
and try to breathe
as you lie unanswered.
We’re suspended –
any second from now
the moon will start falling
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