lilith 3:30 am, then a stampede of crickets unravel beneath cracked feet, fissures of flesh fray & drag the splintered air, i’m floating— somewhere between our bed, the sky. boyfriend, don’t whine when i straddle a leather leash, saddle myself against the tanned hide of this beast, pelvis meshed into his giant spine. as one, we sprint through the loose branches, fallen fruit, stomped sticky with betrayal. love, again, you’re a mammoth in sleep. listen, my first mistake was trusting eden, my second: you. this morning, the omen of stinging insects drank pomegranate from my wrists, i promise not to scald you, burn the garden with fire, ice but salt? this hive of sweat molts my forehead. i’ve never pulled grass into my skin, scraped myself crimson, desperate & willing to escape each wilting blade. i am the wind tide, the drool that flies from this beast’s jowls, the mania that rises to a gallop, halts. the bruise of mourning.