i keep falling in love with lost cities shaped like women,

i keep waking up in Pompeii.

love begun as the decay of sentience

finds an end in sentient decay.

i’m prone to the daughters

of downed power lines

they kiss like an electric fence

with the viscosity

of wine—

eyes wired in entropy

forged in the frames of doors,

lightening strikes on attic floors

sketching lacework lattice of fossils

a pile of bone, hell, and thought

an exiled stone excised from fire

some burning citadel forgot,

my morse code gaze,

her curse mode heart

—my home.

First Published In Across The Margin, 2022