Beneath the giving tree, a carnival of mountain lions

The moon is my pepper spray

These mountains, they climb me

I am floating over prairie dogs

I am tangled up in trees.

Collapsible Mesh

I swing on the scratches–

red twigs splintering your back.

 

Two erasure poems

scar your chest.

 

You sweat glittery, uneven tattoos

mosh-pitting your thighs.

 

Your eyes, a car door slam

during traffic, hitchhiking off road.

 

When we kiss, I taste a dungeon

of scars–  handcuffed and bleeding

 

a baptismal cut-up.