i completely believe that i believe
in something.
but i go to great lengths
to be Nothing.
i step outside
where our intimate things
have private thoughts.
i eavesdrop on silence
to know what you’re thinking.

so rub my shoulders
before you destroy me.

let me linger in your aspect.
like a moth allergic to pain.
[ but can’t get enough ]

Let me down like
You mean It.

Let me go like
You hate me..

Be more ghost
Than an always ‘ Maybe ‘.

Let me down where
It counts for Nothing

with all the “ Goodbyes “
In the palm
of your
hand,

over my mouth.