My skin’s turned to driftwood tonight And everything that burns

And everything that floats

I’m mid-air, a mirror boat

Music all over the walls of your room

Snatch me there, boy

Unhook me onto you

I’ll find my wet way over every quiet place

While you hold the world behind my back

Then, under all this black

And your laugh that’s part surprise

I squeeze my knee between your wooden thighs

Gather my used goods about me like this blanket to the floor

So, Sleep

You could press your fist through me now

I’m only air

Lea Weir, 19