my siblings and i spend too much time together, and if you squint, we're all the same.

a mess of curls, of freckled skin, of blue-green eyes cold like medusa. if you squint, me and my siblings, we're all stone.

we all haunt each other and play games with out memories. i'm not sure if i know anyone worse, but i'm not sure if i know anyone better.

i made a mountain out of my problems, and the tunnel through is crumbling. i think i might lay there, as the world collapses, listen to everything fade away.

we're too tired, my siblings and i. we wasted a childhood on pipe dreams and made a mess of the love we were given. we have too much teeth.

i learned how to drive in a black camaro that rattled in reverse, in the magnet of the world, i am a summer sky.

our parents told us that the world belonged to us only in the springtime, that we were lily children born to die. the world belongs to me, and it is pollen.

me and my siblings once swam out to a sandbar and found a starfish that was missing a leg. i laid in the sun and seeped into the sand. me and my siblings, we're more salt than water.