Lizzy Burnam 🐞

Still alive, that is: A coma case
waking up thick-throated
in his own coffin. 
Heartworm, meet Nighthawk,
who knew better
than to chase an old flame
through the unlit street. 
Blue as a dead star. 
The other half of that secret must’ve fallen out of his ear
when the world went sideways. 
When the dirt piled on. 
A pulse, against all odds!
Like a bell rung from the grave. 
He says, you know what happens when two black holes collide? 
He says, I’ll show you. 
Come closer. 
I swear on my life and yours. 
There’s light here, inside.