drymouth

dry mouthed
muffled
breath like a thicket
there's dust in the attic
dust on the thick threaded
drape, towering with
no sight of you

termites
i could crawl through
their intricate tunnels

if i could find a way to
fall out of who i am

termites
could crawl through
my intricate tunnels

fall out and into your arms

already i'm soft
dry mouthed
dust is a castle
of consecutive gates
cleaning off mirrors
i hope not to see you