you were on my mind a lot today
and i didn't know why
until i remembered that i was drinking from that
blue metallic coffee mug
that you gave me a couple years ago

Is this what they meant
when they told her love was a hurricane?


                     (it destroyed her cities
                      making her a refugee
                      inside of someone else's body)


If so,
she might have done without.


                     (and she was never any good
                      at building homes in new places)

the mess inside my head
is as tangled as my hair
on your monday morning pillow

when the end comes
if we have an after
promise we will
spend it together

i do this thing where i stay quiet
for too long
sometimes i feel i ruin things
like a garden
i touch that starts to wither away
or an ornate jar
shatters to irreparable pieces
like a wound
that keeps reopening and all
the doors in my
life keep closing, so i leave my feelings
on the low key side of things