apple brine, girlhood meant
we never stay mad at each other
a woven delicacy I couldn’t believe
you’d slit. Doorslam
weren’t you the keeper? You,
I, oh, it hurts. you were bigger
than both of us. Diamond queen,
kicking my feet. Heart of gold? How could
you keep away from me?
she says we might be better off, but
Oh, the tenderness we had for days,
is it nothing? The held shapes,
the silver thread, the red wine,
true blood. my heart is a black shrine.
Nico, what the fuck. It might be necessary,
Only God knows.
But it’s stupid and I hate it.