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.