SANS GRANULES
By Jessica DePue

You want a heart
Beating new
We all need to hear
Something ticking at night
Inside or without
Mine is not for grabs
Or swift puncture
The tissue, resilient
Gave way towards collapse
Was never your piece of red velvet
Cake or some ribbon sufficed for a choker
That day is a photo
Nothing lives, what now?
Those cactus sole survivors
Thriving off thirst
Then float forward famine
Its privileged decline
The type we gals choose
Our waistlines love spindle
And sway bone to bone
This day brings our daily recall-
Aching is a pleasure
We keep awake to feast upon
Sorrows never measure
Truth with accuracy
Instead they heap our tears
Upon a bed of rusty springs
Make me pace in silence
Kiss away salty eyes
Shake our fears, the creaks and bumps
Wish yourself back in my space
May the mirror hold us steady
With its fucked askew reflection
A mind of stone
Set its gaze and moved me
Past my comfort zones
Words never meant
To reach my ears
Pierce me through the drum's skin
Its best left inside
A boy upon the shimmer
Dances where waves promise
No more than a glance to his future
Merely a nod back to shore's
Erosion, its slow and yielding sands
Recreate the landscape
Our feet are at its whim
We loosen together
Over again