am i even?
i mean,
no one will read this.
i’m leaving.
delete me.
i’m bleeding electric–
is there anything left except empty connections?
am i being pretentious? do i have your attention?
don’t answer, it’s useless.
i’m nothing but bruises.
i’m caught up–a loose tooth:
i’m about to get lost:
a loose leaf:
i can’t help but leave you.
i love you.
i lose you.
it’s something
i’m used to.
so go ahead:
just leave me alone.
i never read poetry
unless it’s my own.

Year One

if we’re like-minded
then no one excites you
and you would correct them
but you’re too polite to

if we’re like-minded
you get lost like i do
and if a snake crossed you
you’d just let it bite you

if we’re like-minded
then you trace the vines too
they coil around castles
you wish you could climb to

if we’re like-minded
i need not remind you
we’re both lost in fiction
and i’ll never find you