Smoke of You
by A.L. Craft
curious eyes open me up like a mortician
poking around my insides with precious care
seeing through many facades and skins to be shed
i am beyond naked
caught with guts spilled and palms facing up
ribcage full of swallowed conjured up futures
and words stored away for later consideration
do you see me now, my love?
be a dear and sew my soul back together
press moth wings and bird feathers into the gashes
and stitch my wounds with your silver tongue
be sure to take a bone or two with you
and remember me laid out on this cold metal table,
as cast open as i have ever been
the smoke of you will leave my lungs for years to come
poking around my insides with precious care
seeing through many facades and skins to be shed
i am beyond naked
caught with guts spilled and palms facing up
ribcage full of swallowed conjured up futures
and words stored away for later consideration
do you see me now, my love?
be a dear and sew my soul back together
press moth wings and bird feathers into the gashes
and stitch my wounds with your silver tongue
be sure to take a bone or two with you
and remember me laid out on this cold metal table,
as cast open as i have ever been
the smoke of you will leave my lungs for years to come
A.L. Craft (she/they) lives, writes, and tends to a garden in Seattle, WA.