Moss Stitch from Halos by Thunder Gloss

i am spinning all the time.
when i sing your song, i can taste my crush’s skin.
the dew of a hot car at night
where you called me “fire”, egolessly

palming your emptiness in both my hands,
snot on your face, clawing around
“i am you”, you said
“your pain is mine”
our superposition.
“i am you”.

the cloth, the moss stitch of all time,
it’s eternalistic, and i barely get it right
the knit, the interlocking fingers,
the i-don’t-know-how-to-say-“i love you”,
and the loom in our future living room
and the tapestries it makes

feeling the spread of your waist across both my hands,
we dance across the threads all night
“i am you”, you said, “your pain is mine”-
but you just embroidered your name on me.

red name in stitches,
“i want to be you”.

• Alternative
• art rock
• chaos pop
• indie
• Philadelphia