Barefooted boy in the rain, all broken heart & something new. I am an orange bear with naked claws. I beg to cut a y-cross down my shirt, catching the doldrums high & raking your leaves & skin. Rub my face in your blood. Tell me, this is what you deserve. I want you to feel like the sky is falling, see it slipping over your shoulders. No false alarms, no emergency broadcasts. This is happening in the space between us. & When I sleep, I am in the black alone breaking the lightbulbs overhead, searching for the moths in their maws.