To catch up to yesterday
This will be the first of many
the thirst of many
where dying happens
under a canopy.

I was blisters and foot issues
while you wrecked yourself
like a foolish and gladly dead
witch with a Christ-azure
Spirit. I took unto
you like a babe
at a pig's knife,
walking some kind of yeast
blessing the Kangchenjunga
demon would never 
consider, if even for 
a moment.

I dried in your hands
like an old
orange rose.