and i knew this would hurt,
but not like t h i s...

you make everything seem like
it’s bad and planned...

i’m thinking about how
your name sounds safe...

there is something to be said
about the way you look when you're happy...

you linger
in the abandoned corridors...

here i am again / attempting to make poetry from...
remembering my wrists slightly crossed / painfully...

picking you up by the waist / i am calling you...
after the night you left / i went back to an empty...

i want to cut out my insides
figure out where it all went wrong...

places i am leaving my heart in 2022:
the tips of your fingers where you grabbed my hips...

a face i can never keep clean
five jalapeños...