black ribbons

i left you walking half
to forever in all the barns
hands were turning mad
pulleys still upon
the doorknob i left
you even when i
looked i split
my lips.

i don't fit in much
of anywhere between
the thrall and the frame kid
socks and fingers worn
where i've used them my
intention no more than the
knobs of an old
electric.

blood tears and teeth
blood tears and teeth
blood tears and teeth
blood tears and teeth