i dreamt about a bridge that
swayed ominously over a broken dam and
i dreamt about me standing in its center and
i dreamt about it bending under my weight like a trampoline with too many kids on it and
i dreamt about it snapping back into place like a slingshot right before
the wood even had a chance to skim the rushing waters

and i know that the water is You

forget his impulsive tongue and forget
              his hands, powered by
                   his forearms, stitched through with veins, inflated by
                      his fascination of you.

forget how ephemeral that fascination was and forget
            how his face flickered across your dreams like a faltering mirage and forget
               how your most vulnerable parts cringed at his memory and don't bother remembering
                  how you were to him
                      what they all were to you

they're fascinated by my
soul's avante-guarde ******,
and how much of it i bare.

they don't know that i feel every breeze,
and mere dust particles can adhere to my ****** surface,
muscles operating in constant fear of being punctured

i sat down in the middle of Myself,
eyes stinging from the
rush of air that your quiet
escape brought in through the doorway.

i thought i could fall in love with
a mug of black coffee
but it didn't taste quite like you (you had some sugar
masking your bitterness).

But i liked how the place looked without your
carelessness strewn all over the carpet,
and i liked breathing in air untainted by
your dusty indifference.

i think i swallowed a seed that i
didn't detect in my
first airplane meal,
every sip of foreign water gave it vitality,
It is expanding in me from the inside and it has destroyed
any roots that hindered its growth.
It seeks the sun,
attracts buzzing opportunities
that help it spread,
craves no one and everything

you're in Times Square and it's midnight and
all the people you've ever been
are surrounding you,
and they're running to you,
bleeding from skinned knees
(they've all fallen somehow, stumbled over different things)
and there's a ****** grandma in the corner chuckling
to herself and observing the chaos,
glad she can't run anymore

you wanted to invite him in because
he didn't seem too interested in coming inside --
if he was too eager, you'd be
suspicious,
and it's nice finally meeting someone who doesn't
want something from you,
fascinated,
you offer him your dearest hospitality,
and you feed him but he
refuses, and you think
wow he's so polite
but he actually hates tiramisu
and he doesn't admit it
until you offer to give him tiramisu every night for the rest of his life