cold

do you love me, my stillborn?

do you love me, still?

     your closing beat sounded off in your chest and mine, as ripples do.

all before you were birthed and your heart's regard

            the  

            III                       facts.                      III  

                                                                         glimmer.

oh, my stillborn. i am on display as your pride of indecision. i am a father, mother, uncle, son, and arsonist. 

            i loiter in the waiting room and on the table i give you life, 

                       expecting your cold birth and to put it on ice.

     steadfast, stay! my stillborn! hold your ground at the breaking point!

whatever you do, you must not let the womb retreat from your back

                    because the air means death. 

if you fail i swear i will light you on fire, so long as you are live-born and warm.

            

                                 stillborn....stillborn? can you hear me? will you love me, still?