I’ll shoot you
with a glue gun
the velcroed soul to die cast me
I’ll shoot you
to make you one
half-person with half monster to be fine

a monsoon, dewdrops, washed over a lightning bug
fires fly over
the sour plums with icrecreamfries and smokedcheeserice
I’ll eat you, brother, to hold you in my ice
melt me with your hug

redeem the will
to be and still
to love and ill
squeezed in the undersized
and lost in the odd squares of skin
grinding, grinding the holy bill
before grinded by God’s mill

shame to go and not alone
shame to stay and be alone
so go and stay and be and not
shame alone, shame alone

unimportant to make somebody feel bad
unimportant to even feel that sad
I am, I’ll be, I always was,
I just didn't realize that I’m so close

un-importing the way to live
thinking of better ways to give
I wanted, and I always tried
with those wings too small to fly

so important to realize my own
unimportance of finding one’s own home
un-import all of my basic needs
to see the bigger picture, plant the seeds

import the unimportant in my soul
make me remember to forget all life’s goals
life’s hard and complicated, no?
things worth something tend to be so

the me in red
misses those cheeks
the breaths too deep
and the sweat

the me in red
shivers in need
shaking, can’t breathe
needing to forget

the me in red
the me of all trades
that me’s smiling face
is that me dead?