i want you, fully fleshed out
     (reconstructed, annually)
for them to see you / in the flesh

complex, that it brings forth
the exhaustion of words

heavy, for lives are heavy,
                 chest-crushingly
     heavy (and my heart cries out,
            bullet-pierced, past distances,
                 to a younger/ age)

the act of reduction
(an elimination)
onto smooth surfaces and shiny layers

is just criminal