stopped talking to me
for so **** long

I started looking for it
in everyone else’s mouth

maddening, descending
a downward spiral staircase

and at the bottom
there is a dust-frosted trunk

packed to the brim
with love letters & promises to me

reading them feels like
voyeurism into another world
another time, another — dream

I know some of my come-trues
want to come through

if I can just stop trying to be
and allow my me

to me free