I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...

“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?

Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.