Ice cream

We sit in the sun, ethereal like silver lightning bolts fizzing out on golden lakes.

The ocean does not forgive. It never has, not when waves grab our lungs and pull us under, or when tsunamis choke our hearts.

Oh-

Punctured the main artery, sunsets flowing down your ribcage, dull frantic thud-

I’ve done it again,

Left an empty hole in the middle of your chest

Maybe there was something there before

I hold my secrets in the shape of stars,

constellation-clustered candy like flaming balls of gas.

Sometimes they have five points.

Sometimes six.

Always, they burn

in that space inside your head