EVERYTHING I VOMIT
MAKES ME WANT 
TO TOUCH

We rent a crag

Alongside the River of Blood

We build temples 

of skin, of commonality 

and surveillance captures the rest

we get bored

and then fall asleep

our dreams unable to be

 

recalled

Candace Lee will pull you down the drain

replay every word you ever said

leave your bones far from the sun

smother them 

with tonnes of food reduced for quick sale

our limbs are missing.

we spend hours 

on the road

the ones we find 

we can’t tell if they’re ours