you don't have to close the door
on what you've built around me
the way your hand grips
the ribcage, the baluster
your industrious
finger under shoulder blade
the pullbar slips
the tongue into groove
the back. the joist. the hot horizon.
the back. a wall plumbed. hot sun rising.
to feel this way
about anyone.
to feel this way
about you.
a diligent shoulder
wrenched by the fear
of losing years
of hard labor.
the back. the joist. the hot horizon.
the back. a wall plumbed. hot sun rising.
Lo-fi experimental synth music from the Estonian producer and frequent Dean Blunt Collaborator, crafted in conjunction with a graphic novel. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024