carve out
of me

everything
that does

not belong
you can see

what I can be
without all

this excess
I have allowed

to enter me
please

leave me
this skinny

starving
creature

praying for
forgiveness

for all that I
could have

done

make noises in your head so you can’t hear your heart

fume-per-fume
It all began
when the alien artisan
farted
a masterpiece
substance
called
It

Not even the sun
reflected fully in the river's course.
Bit and spark,
it fought to frame
this solitary ray.