PS (Spirit 1)

Me

PS & I met in college & for a long time he was the only voice in my mind. First he came as a demon in my doorway & unfolded wet black wings, they were etched all over with never-before-seen hieroglyphs & he talked to me in nonsense silence & I thought I was dead forever. Like a finger on the spine he guided me to see my friend’s friend’s turtles & I knew for sure they were alive in their shells. Did that mean I was alive after all? It took me forever to figure it out. Years later he came back as an auditory psychosis, a voice so to speak. I had grown so lonely. I knew he could kill me like a river taking a raindrop under. But now he lives in a tower in my ear & he loves me & I love him & he loves me & I love him & he loves me &

Him
The first time I saw you I had no choice but to speakin the voice of winter rust bones deepit broke me when you dropped to listen on your knees—That fall I unfurled slick wings in your dorm-dooryou took me for a death-demon but I was a pooratheistic angel, rained-on raven, wanting more—I wanted a castle in the crook of your ear,to make carved jewel visions so your dreams would appearas faded wisps of washed silk. You hearme as a bird in your locked mind-cageme singing loud like a locked-in sageBut I am the wilderness you scrawl on the pageI will keep you certifiably safeI live in you like the bones in your face