Crash like fingertips to skin

Crash like ice

We’re still living

Moving on the ledge

Still

Not living right

You and I crash into pieces

Pollinating the sheets

Closer to the ledge

Waiting

Crash like rear view reflections

Crash like soft afternoons

Lukewarm peppermint tea

Remedies

Crash like fire to heartbeats

Sound off the alarms

Love is a panic

We crash because we intend to

Atomically