new bruise

moon your bruise craters dusted by the dead of space
mountain of words to hold you
at a distance

swallow each sunlight breathing my left side
is far away
i cannot see you from this center of america

the curve of pupil and iris and the white sands
the untitled feeling i put in said things
about why i waited so long to land

as if my rockets weren't powered by human math
or magic
or the new shiny thing replacing my thud thud thud

my sun, sun and my sun growing
my spoiling oxygen
my thundering chest brain