(2013)
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response