what do you call the
'what ifs...

I wish I could
find the crack...

I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...

The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...

Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...

If I could,
I would surgically remove you...

I thought
for a second...

Just tell me
who you want me to be...

I feel the weight
of you...

my lips
are dry like bones...

I
am half-built...

Today I am empty
all I hold is...