i am sorry.
everything falls down
we descend from an open mouth
twisted kaleidoscope legs and eyes
colors of all kinds
was i a friend of yours
hands open and close splitting doors
my writing isn't very good
my speaking is worse
it all falls out in tangled ribbons
distorted chords
the pattern of the cadence of my heart
is your hand crawling up my arm
i see windows in skin
and a mantis on your tongue
aftermath has become
me. i am sorry
because you see
i was never made to be here
my mother has explained it to me
fear is no good because
we will all shrivel and collapse
as we should
i am nothing but a fever dream
the rosy cheek kiss
of last spring
the pills in your bottles
the salt in your water
the freckles on your neck
today is yesterday
and tomorrow is believing
in something you can't see
i think bruises
are the prettiest thing
i've ever seen
can't i crawl out of
your stomach and into
your arms
selfishly i want to be
your friend