YOU & ME && HER
It is the “No, lay closer” zigzag of our bodies, my arm and your arm locked and maybe i do love you. Maybe i will scratch your hair while you fall asleep just like your mother used to do. We give and we take. It is cannibalism of a different sort. We call it love. “No, turn this way.” So you slither your arm through mine on facing the left we lay like snakes. Cold and filled with so much love we want to give but nobody wants to take, so we give it to each other && her. You make me think of the outline of fingerprints, I close my eyes on the verge of sleep and I think about the pattern of fungus and how we could be even closer, sweeter if we were buried in the ground together. Just think about it, the decay of us at one with the dirt. In the beginning, we were made the same. You & me. Our bodies branch together and in this bed we stay, laying closer than ever, keeping each other warm. Love, love, love; we feel it in our chests as cramps— pockets of air that make it hard for us to breathe until we are left coughing and crying. This is where we will stay, this will be our grave but Now we must make space; && her, you force our piggyback heart to meld what used to be two, into three then one because you love her, so must i. In the end it will be all of us. Three skeletons laying on the mattress, tendrils reaching and bones coiling with the bed springs.