“Today I held a gun to my mouth and it dissolved as quickly as I thought about you.
I laughed and laughed
and felt the moon pulling my skin away from my bones.
the silent forever of a halfway heart.
Sometimes I sew threads of your hair into the sleeves of my jacket
but when I say your name out loud; it burns.
The angels tell me this is poets breath.
And gravity falls past me; I call your ghost and say “this is where my body feels heavy.” And you tell me that it hurts to forget.”
— But the moon doesn’t have its own light and I guess I don’t either.