Tonight, I know he is no good for mebut I stay because he is a small campfire
and I’ve been icedefrosting in the moonlight
He tells me my voice takes him underand when he smooths his palms under my blouse
He takes it off in one gestureI shiver in his warmness
I want to stay in the arms that scorches me
So, I let him fully undress meand expose my nakedness as a void
He kisses me
to help me remember I am not beautifulmy body begins to shrink
Come
He takes me to a bed where there is no restI rattle with him
His moans overpower the sirens of the streetand shakes his body in a variety of motions
until his fire becomes ashand I become vapor
Neither of us have won
I slide to the edge of the bedwhile he snores the stars in their bullet hole spaces
I dress and whimpercrawling into night
between catastrophes of tiny sidewalkthat not even my tears can fill