Lizzy Burnam 🐞

I want to live 
in a plain wooden box 
underneath your bed. 

I want to wait there 
with dried roses
and a sheet of blue silk. 

In the still moments 
when the drunken rush
of pushing and pacing

has faded 
to a sleepy crawl 
toward death

I want you to take me out 
just to hold me
with my bones laid bare 

like the heart of god 
in your hands
and your bones

aching under flesh 
as if outstretched 
to join me.