2. We Are Currently Untitled

​Help me distinguish between approaching blizzard
and his breath against my ear, causing my skin
to whistle like a blade of grass.
--Phillip B. Williams
"Prayer"


How have i forgotten that song that
spilled over your bathtub lips
Soaked our floor and ruined the walls

Drowned mice buoy The invisible line of
international waters That forbidden
underground dance hit I don't even remember
the name of the model who was
autotuned to the monotone You won't tell me
anything for fear the song will
remind me why we were never a pop
sensation with our friends

I've forgotten the name of every one
of your bones Every muscle Even
the braille of your tongue You came
back to my house precisely the same
familiar i couldn't place We repeated
the same arrhythmic fuck Unfinished
symphony best left unheard Even
your name is different But that's not enough
to change who we've always been
Distant