we pour our hearts out onto paper,
into the streets, i n t o someone's
mouth, into anything that
could even begin to hold all
that l o n g i n g, all those
staples and plaster a n d
glue. we forget that we
thought our love could
run like rivers, forget
that we had o u r
hearts set on some
b l u r r y, sunny
dream of a
future. w e
forgetbecause
we have to,
becausewe
need to,
because
otherwise
this will eat
us alive- this
will pull at our
seams from the
inside-out until all
of our pieces start
p o p p i n g off when
we're just trying to buy
groceries or play with our
nieces and nephews. we forget
because we have no other choice.