Your apology embedded itself in six failed molds
of resin trapped with insects and drying petals, motionless

In the early afternoon I puke again—seven altoids kiss
my gums. I look for pity in you on my bed, motionless

I don’t know how to look past ruin. On this cliff
edge, I’m only safe when I’m motionless

Nothing like months ago when your blood crept
but we didn’t stop, too flushed to be motionless

Now I tell you my day in bare bones (less flesh)
The words fly out bald and motionless

Our love is an animal that ate something wrong—
Guilt stills the cells under the physician’s hands, motionless

In my dream you are a ritual mourner you rip
at your hair for the love of me, motionless