Interior

over time our skeletons acquire
colors, our bones
become painted. then the lies

our bones tell slant, oblique
like rafters, like passports

resold

the bones form a basin which this is—

this is where
we keep
the before sleep visions

where

one awaits an elevator

if you want I’ll put
my cheek against the slope
of your loss

which

moves my fingers
in your sleep