Splotches of color like a
hurt robin found among the bushes,
like spilled ink from a poet's last prayer.
You called out a name that's
become repugnant on my tongue.
My head bobbed like a half-dead fish,
not sure if I should stay or go.
You lost patience with every decibel.
I swear I wasn't playing a game.
If only I could have kissed the air
between sorrow and hope.
Did I survive?
Is this version of me authentic
in any way?
How many past selves have I trampled?
[It wasn't me].
I didn't need the stretcher.
I barely needed the EKG.
An angel guided me down the
stairs of my apartment.
I remember the net I grabbed onto
while entering the ambulance.
[It was me].
I remember my apologies.
I remember my confusion.
I remember how I couldn't quite
remember.
