Sending Icebergs

Sometimes
I get the feeling
we’d like to rip out
our spines
and use them
as baseball bats
and smash each others
outsides
in

and then maybe
dent the ground a little bit
or dig a small grave
with our bad ideas
and make a deeper hole
to bury each other in

but I swear
I’d mark the ground
with my spine
like a headstone
and try to collapse myself
close enough
to share beds again
if I ever won
on accident.