It was you you who burbled my thoughts Who coruscated my facets Who severed my gears Who took my milk for gall
You who left me digging caverns below my arms as they proved to hold no one
So useless, I became their hangman hoisting them up to the sky, dangling them down to the ground They swung lifelessly, as a nocuous pendulum, condemned by all for their open tears
It was you who couldn’t bear my weight no matter how light it got or how strong you grew
You who lugged my baggage on your back and threw it off your shoulders when you found it a foolish load
You who poured cream in my coffee with your sweet laughter
Who gave my stomach butterflies ridden with insomnia
It was you who left me lovesick and languid biting back malaise with an ailing tongue
Now I house snoring butterflies with broken wings and my coffee is black and bitter like me
One day, I’ll wake up with grooves marrying my skin encroaching like waves on a bay front with gunmetal hair sweeping like a broom over dross with dust nodding off on my knees
I’ll gulp down bygone speech putting droughts in my throat from all the pride I swallowed then, with a bone-dry mouth, I’ll speak again - as winter must melt into spring - and I won’t say “It was you”