I never seem to sleep.
I never seem to keep
promises or people.
A man on a cross, or steeple.
Mostly I forget what color
love is. Brighter or duller?
How do I kiss you?
How do I hold your head
in between my palms?
How do I remember what was said?
This pill, see? It calms.
Swallowed, salty
the taste of staving you off.