how is it that you walk so close beside me,
how is it that you stomach my visibly aching soul?
i make dents in my walls,
i am scolded like a dog
how is it that you walk so close beside me,
you do not speak but once, or maybe i don't hear
i become slow and gentle--
i choke on my *****, i am silent yet only in this
throat, this mouth, these lungs of "mine"
sets in--what helps?
patterns shift, squiggle, corner of this eye of "mine"
but they hide. i can't blame them