and cradle each other
trying to contain a dwindling warmth
in our casings—
it was a few nights ago but it always is
over exposed in your flood light
I am always drowning
washed out and confused in your pew
(a sinner)
in the hands of an angry lover
for you
I surrender my will
I split in two to vindicate you
It still isn’t enough.
each half of me softens, molten
shards of mirror pierce the material
of my wanting
and make a pile, passively
in the emptiness
in search of wilderness
in the fields of ultimatum
browning and crisping,
from the tower our home
fades into oblivion
someone strokes my hair.
someone wails.
someone hands me a bouquet.
i turn away.
Bridget Boylan is a poet - musician living and working in Philadelphia. Her work has appeared in Metatron, Hyphen Magazine, Letters to Barnacle, and elsewhere. Her first EP is set to release in early 2017. She posts photos on instagram and occasionally updates her wordpress. You can listen to some of her tunes on soundcloud.
