Oh dear,
what was the word he used to
describe me?

The crack in the sky,
like some kind of raw
nerve endings of a
lost family tree;

It started with the
letter B, and a few of my friends
throw it around like it's round,
soft, and precious to hold

But it's the first thing
you call someone who
wants you to let go

My dear,
there is a mouth
half opened, as though
it were built for a hand
to clasp it;

there is a body
left for dead, it's arms
outstretched like
the antennas
of an insect;

Jog the memory;
what word did he use
to describe me?

A lonely face
shouldn't have said nothing;

Just stay a shut-in;

forever outspoken.