this space is a vacuous hole in which we all must drop
our possessions and the beats of our hearts must cease at your command
because you know that every drop of ink that spills from your veins
is a masterpiece
every inch of steel that grows from your head is an architectural wonder
and yet
i see neither beam nor paint
i see the dent in your left, third, right, left tooth
i see the stain in your boot
i see the blemish right next to the freckle in your slightly bowed arm
and if i saw anything else
i forgot a moment later
because
i
*******
hate
you.