to see something else broken,
and then to feel your own cracks.
the shattered lines that form the distinction
of me vs you.
Coronary arteries, sucking dick
like smokers sucking cancer sticks.
All pulled apart to find
that gorilla glue is thicker than semen
what connection is there in falling apart?
When the pieces are but a farce
apt at choosing word
inept at choosing
faking everything
in hopes that maybe,
when it feels,
I can go from there.