I am only yours when you’re not looking at me.
When you do look, I try to belong to someone else.

The only real danger is the imitation of the imitation.
If you fall in love with her, she’s a decoy for me. Meaning,

she’s all of me except for me. My necro-crystal sister,
I’m a decoy of a woman. A poor symbol. Rapid decoy decay.

I refuse to enter my body into the system of language
where you write me next to every other woman you’ve met.

I’m a champagne slit. You cannot drink. The ice age
between us, within. Enigmatic megafauna. Molten come

lava. If you really can’t touch me, I’ll be fine. The safest place
to drink in this town is the church bushes. Don’t ask me

how I know that. But if you see me there keep walking.