Eight

8.5

I touched my eyelids with the water
I liked it cold one night I dreamed
The moon was a swollen clitoris

In their tracks away from the blood
The chamois turned their heads
And listened I rode the knoll

My shitty bike was an empire
And when I fell I was like so much rain
I dreamed you sotto voce I know it

I didn’t say a word somewhere 
It was always July I could make it so
The other boys laughed at themselves

I don’t remember
Like this I don’t remember 
See I’m pretty good at it