"paper bag soul, paper bag heart" Written by Mike Linaweaver

paper bag soul
paper bag heart

peering over the edge of it
I remember her
in the mornings

the sun lands on her
like a fly
her hair curled back

the tides of winter
hang like suicides
from her lashes

she is desolate
next to me

a desert

if she rises
I will die
collapse into her
falling into
her milky wake

it’s the us
in her

this is a waltz
these mingled
limbs
weighted still
by shadows

her breath
casts spells
on me until
I don’t exist

Written by Mike Linaweaver
Posted on 02-14-13