Teach me that which steals your eyes from my face, This thing that overrules my every earnest case. What drug do your needles pour that I cannot overwhelm with my glowing teeth? I could be the best cigarette, if only you’d let me. A blade between your bones for all the times you bruised my skin, A silence when you cry out for comfort. Sky, be my own needle lancing lightning into those who strike me. Green sneaks into the beds of the trees, damp and surprising. -