and you were the mold
that I went and poured myself
into and formed
but as I formed, I hardened

I put myself on
the fire
and turned into
a hot liquid liar

looking for
another mold
to shape myself in
one that won’t harden
one that’s translucent
and pure
one that’s
softer
than before

one that fits
my own skin
one that is
the one
I’m in