i
am
h o n e y
dripped
across
a
can
v
a s
in the shape of a
banjo, a skyscraper,
the palm of someone
else's hand.
when the sun rises i
am no longer afraid
to u n c u r l my
technicolor limbsand
breathe
breathe
breathe
like i never did when
i was with you. the
ache i used to carry
in my chest
in my arms
in my veins
has finally subsided,
finally warmed,
finally sealed itself up
to allow for new fingers
to run themselves over it.
this is how it feels to no
longer be in love with you.