I am dancing.
I am dancing with my brother; we are punching at the air.
My blood is hot knives.
My saliva tastes metallic, like the barrel of a gun.
We are wolf boys.
We are skinless and eternal as we fight against the wake.
I’m my brother’s snakeskin motherfucker,
And we are blood.
There’s no horizon.
There’s no dawn to burn off nightmares.
There’s no blinking sleep from our eyes.
My lip is split.
There are no city things to say in this bloodthirsty embrace.
I’m my brother’s snakeskin motherfucker,
And we are blood.
