first exit to the last thing i remember tenon, mortise, glue, clamp; lingering favor of a love that is born of excruciating pattern shrill whistles haunt train tracks i fill the milk that feeds the cat we bathe together, silver plated in moonlight i decide it's not your business whether or not i sleep as one impenetrable knot without my skin, i'd swallow you up by wide set eyes and hips that feel obscene by design.