she's
face down on the bathroom floor
I was
eyes up with him above me
hers had laces
mine had fingers.

walk the gale,
snatch the wind. she
took ink, I cast
windstorms in my living room in
my dressing gown, took flight
cross-country.

you always date the same girls, boy.

she's
slender, I curve
she
births wisdom, I
come with knives.

and how could I not defend my sister?

walk the gale
conquer stolen breath.
she shouts while I whisper. we
both have knives.




for liz. nice fucking gale walk.