by Holly Day

 

 

in my dreams, we love like snails, expel

our internal organs and wrap completely around 

one another, switch skins, dig holes 

 

finish as wet skeletons, brains unraveled like tentacles

conjoined as if in thought. I would let you

wear me like an overcoat, climb completely inside me

 

push out my eyes to let in sunlight

bury me completely in you.