CW: mentions of hair/nail loss

hair never stops coming out

of the drain, piles, knots

the sun doesn’t set

until ten and I find fingernails everywhere

I leave

raised tracks on my shoulders, digging

for who knows what

in the mirror, all body glowing,

expanse of bone and knotty muscle

I’m in love, breaking out

like cicadas, like a shock

of February flowers, tragic

even in bloom

when I’m in love, there’s nothing

wrong in the world

the mirror again, late, no lights,

I could climb in

I could float

or drown

and rest

I watch two apples rot

on the counter

not even the world will stop for me

the sun will not hang head

one day

in my memory

when I’m in love, it feels like

I should try

to eat the apple, wash my face,

clean the windows, welcome morning,

find

a way to live