thread

I spent all night sweating

against silk sheets

made to comfort skin

only to suffocate beneath

their million-thread count

thinking of you

hours of anguish spent 

rummaging the closet 

behind my anxious eyes

I select which shoes make me tall enough

to pretend I’m the one judging

I dress to look down on you

a costume of altitude,

to spite the fact that 

I am too sterile to persuade into passion

too skeptical to believe 

the lyrics behind your lust 

I sleep for a second 

only to wake up thrashing 

in a cold coat of dew 

collecting on the hairs of my skin

like blades of grass before dawn

weeping for the day your face escapes the glass

I lie naked atop of my bed 

legs spread apart the way you imagine me

running my nails down my thighs

until i draw blood warm enough 

to lull me back to sleep

I wake to a severed string

our thread gone quiet

silk sheets unwound into iridescent fiber

decorating my bed like confetti

to celebrate yet another day

spent mourning your absence