We Swallow Insects While We Sleep

I can hear her in the cupboards
Turning teacups on eachother
Driving ants from off my counters
To the cracks shes cramming through
Got my fingers in my ribcage
So I dont sink in the bed
Put my elbow in my mouth, not a word
Not a word, not a word

Shouldn't breathe, not a breath until she leaves
Track her progress by the mess in living room
Now shes gotten to the shelves
Touches china where the shivers are,
Teeters on the glass
Sees our photo on its belly;
She sits and stairs--
Stickwalks for the stairs

I'm so sorry I didn't put flowers on your head
They were growing nearby,
As good as any I'd buy
I'm convinced our relationship was dashed
Since you tried to join a tree, stashed yourself
Inside the dashboard

I can hear her in the cupboards,
Deep inside the pots and pans
Pulling back into the antworld
Spitting haunts, wishing harm,
But despite former charm,
I can't bring myself to take that opened face to my lips
To interact with the fractured maw,
With the swiveling parts of jaw
Tongue in ribbons, tunnel vision
Through the sockets of her skull

So don't expect a kiss, stay in the hollows
Of my walls, with the comfort of the rotten wood
And your army of blind ants

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