teeth

radio

love

my ribs cave into the space that once held my heart

and my arms twist and break in unnatural ways and

I dance with his remains to the oldest tunes on the radio

love

I have always hated the radio

my hips turn to the melody

my bones crack

love

your corpse traces my flesh and the places

where my bones tear through my delicate skin and I dance

kissing your cold fingers

love

you twist my neck in a different way and

my head drops

I can't fill my punctured lungs with air any more

but I dance

my toes lightly kiss the ground and my lips

lightly kiss yours

and you spin me

to the old sounds on the radio

love