your beard scraped my lips like sandpaper

your hands felt like lukewarm water

you made room for yourself at the back of my throat
(the place I had reserved for unfinished sentences)

i'm too human
for anyone to love.

"Why did you paint your walls white?"

"Because its my future, a fresh start, a second chance."

you still won't stay up
into the late hours of the night
to talk to me.

i don't know why i thought it'd be
different
this time.

*******.
i missed you.
but *******.

atlas, you man
of a monster:
why have you
laid my mother
out on her back,
across the earth?

i swear to you,
fail to keep her
heartbeat trembling
and i will shake the
universe from your
shoulders.

no more smoking
breaks in the
lavatory.

you're made
of stone anyways.





**(c) jude rigor 2014