are a cruel mouth

snapped back

like my hand (the fox),  the moon

found in twigs

somewhere in flames,

naked helper trees

the ropes

where i have

twitched,

here you left words,

your flute, your

laughing feet

dearest boy

before a disposable

night,

embers glow, you cannot

know them

sea water,  in rooms we’ve

been

but come back

and i will

only call you brother