call me a mess then
pack me into boxes. place me
on the driveway with your old
mattress and couches
better off with a guy who says i'm only
worth a dollar and 50 cents tell him to
buy your mother of pearl lamp set
and throw me in for free instead
i swear i did not make this up in my head
call me a mess then
pack me into boxes, along with
the 23 poems i wrote for you
a garage sale display of my
shattered periphery

i swear i did not make this up in my head