(bitter)sweet

light imprisons my skin behind bars
someone else has the key
(I let it drown long ago)
my slurring words trip down the stairs of my teeth
tumble down the hill of my tongue
and out onto my waiting hand
(I clench them in my fist)
if only you hadn’t hidden those photos
in your calculator
I could have stayed real life in your bed
oozing sticky sweet molasses with my fingertips
all over the room, all over the night
my moonlight’s getting dim for you
like the end of a cigarette
ready to flicker
(out.)