Namaste
The divine in me
recognizes the
divine
in you
the part of me
that ashes her
handrolled cigarette
all down her top
on accident
who wears someone
else's black rimmed
plastic glasses
they're the wrong perscription
but there's no reason
the world shoudn't
appear a little blurry
hearts are farther away
than they may seem
behind the thin
layer of skin
and tissue
the fragile
birdcage frames
that protect them
If I were a zombie
I'd eat hearts instead
of brains
that way I'd know
what it was to taste love
I've had enough of people's
thoughts and opinions
I wanna taste the ache
for a change
and ingest the chambers
that held all your exs
and family
your friends
the divine in me
eats the divine in you