There is a purr when you sleep like rattlesnake beats you tell me
when it is my time to die I will die
i’m hanging onto the bark I won’t
fall now
if its the last time I
slip
I will
twirl
into your dream
girl
bury you behind thick
strings and strum their maroon cords
plum rare steak fingertips fading into cement tone
you will love me the way that songbird chirps at olive worm
sing to me like fuchsia parrot begs behind cauliflower glass
you will
drop down and push
up until it is time to
go back into bed rot
our grilled hands ablaze a peppermint pool
sea of bright night and getting back to the right melody
Taylor Castelot is a poet and editor based in South Carolina. She has her MA in Writing from Coastal Carolina University and will be starting her MFA in creative writing at the College of Charleston in the Fall. Taylor loves tapping into the unconscious whimsy part of the mind and exploring life through the lens of nature.