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