If I wanted to set myself on fire would you
make it easy for us and scrub your wet prints
like paint chips weary of the same gray
the ice pick of your touch, surrendering blues
What if I said I was always flammable?
split my shadow on the wall in two.
those nights -- there was only me, there was only you.
had long -- since taken root inside me.
bore a sharper will. When you fucked me,
inside of you. I'm the grayer you,
to putrefy: a paper trail of Miss Yous, candlelit
affirmatives. Everything's combustible.