can't you see what i'm trying to do
it's about ******* time you knew

so cold it's almost hot
your face an apparition in the backyard lot

broken glass above snow above grass

stick it to me

with false pretenses and fluttering lashes

waylaid kisses and promises of breakfast

eight ante meridiam

cinnamon toast in the solarium

i'm not much different than the mutt basking on a chaise opposite

rather than think:
i miss you

i say,
i'd rather not

fists like a side of raw meat,

these streets creak with downtrodden snow

(words) hands bent on leaving you breathless

your heart an abandoned model home
i'd invited myself into...

all that matters then
forgiving yourself for those moments

force feeding yourself caffeine to stay awake for that eclipse
you watched all your lonesome clouding the moon red

an apology to my urges
forgive me for being alone