Your hair is rope thick and earth-colored
Your body is soft and shaped by the Gods
Your hands were made for healing
Don’t forget this.
What happens when the foundation gives in heaves?
I do not want to die
But she who must go on does not feel the same
& I can feel her skin blue
I am no longer living in this body
Where do I run when the fire starts?
The smoke consumes me
My first & last thoughts are always of you.
Clovers grow in my heart where you used to heal me
Now fairy rings in the ground
Empty, hollow enclosures
the rejected “I love yous” pile up in the backseat of our car
like heavy snow
I need you so close
It’s a bargain of breath I need
Your skin against mine
To make this day in & day out worthwhile
It clips the end of my tongue before it leaves my lips
Like a warning sign or a danger
Sounds like a wildfire in my mouth
Like Red Hots or Fireball Whiskey
A word not meant for me to speak.
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
When I pass New Rochelle
I almost felt as if the train slows down
Just to let me know
“I’m leaving you again.”
You’re leaving me again.
I know the sound of your heart
It rings like cherry pits clinking at the bottom of a glass bowl
It sounds of burning rubber skidding on double yellow lines
I know it bleeds sweet & burns.
I fell out of love
like the slow fall from a 7 story window.