and the binding on my birthday book is frayed

I gathered of myself
this night for you
the static grace of wounded reels
burnt collections
salt lines crater fondness ashes
yr heartbeat on magnetic tape
captured, eulogised
and the binding on my birthday book is frayed

a vessel silence
cheekbone winter
yr citrus tides
confide a pinhole trail
dust rush upwards
swathed in stillness
silhouettes forever hungry
in buildings hoarse and porous to our sorrow