I always hear the old saying
“cut off the limb.”
Unfortunately,
my heart convinced my mind
to allow the infection to evolve
and grow into a whole new limb
that became a toxic person.

Lie down in this bed,
hmmmm, your legs are much too long.
¡CHOP! Now they fit great.

The **** on my thigh
Got infected.
I'm not sure how to
Fix it.
I could try to call
The doctor.
But I want to get
Some help.
Maybe I could do it
By myself.
I can go to the
Circular saw.
And I could prop up
My leg.
And I could just turn
It on.
And the **** won't
Be infected.

Learning to let go
Of someone you long for
Is like an amputation
Of a part of your body
Or choosing little deaths
Every day

Learning to let go
Of someone you desire
Is as the loss of capability
Of your tastebuds
To taste food
Every day

Learning to let go
Of someone you want
Is the same as taking away
The Sun and Rain
To a growing flower
Every day

But
Learning to let go
Of someone you love
Is like the sight
Of a Rainbow after a storm
Bringing hope
Every day

I didn’t hand it over
I neglected to sign a consent
I never said you could                                 yet you did anyway

a cavity within my chest
anatomical rather than cliché
the mask told me it’s a ventricle                then I stuttered okay

hollowed inside thick walls
it gathers substance productively
like a strawberry picker                              but the berries are smashed