you were swallowing god damning dogmas rough palmistry your hands could not align unsexed you borrowed callow spit not lost no looking for a space just not mine redolent with skin of unknown unwary hands nomadic ghost levied words from my spiteful throat understanding where my thoughts go youd build a boat out of my bones i thought id reclaim you for the ocean but i could not cradle you with dirty hands no star death casketed in palms like these white knuckles cracking playing simple maths we were squealing dogs with bad dreams eyes that smile gaze so dimly isolated nursing skinned knees im weaker than i thought id be