[Identity] For: Sarah Jo

Perfume I’m Gone

I could never tell if I was more whiskey or you

If this fibrous clad tomb was ever honest

Or if it was a million ephemeral moths

Drunk and painted martyrs searching for neon crosses

Electric lip-gloss kisses or a fuck before death

Whatever it was we shared it

Perfume, I’m gone

I could never tell if I was more shelter or you

If the hidden fortress was more than memories

Or if it was a city of castles built of fingernails

Desperate stone tulips planted on our grave

Holding up the sky we once believed in

Wherever it is the ivy has taken over

Perfume, I’m gone

I could never tell if I was more bed or you

If the wetness of our dreams was ever more than tears

Or if it was a quilt of skin sown together with

Past lovers sweating heart-drops of our unborn children

Whenever it was the scent of our disaster is flesh

Perfume, I’m gone