[work in progress]

[my_dementia]

standing alone the urgency of this moment tastes like a landslide in my mouth

so I ask you to dance but your eyes get thick in an imitation of still life when I say your name

you’ll speak in rehearsed rhythm and you’ll take as much time as you need

and I’ll wait for gravity to break

but don't you want to see me looking so small in your bed

smiling, with delicate wrists that want to be bruised with good intention

I’m a terrible liar so teach me something true

and I’ll teach you how to wake up next to me