I used to think that maybe
just in time
you would want to be mine.
Just in time for the shattering of skin,
the withering that makes me so dim.
I used to think that because I'm autumnal,
you'd only want me during fall.
But when you unsewed me, you
proved me you might not want me.






At all.

a rumination, a revelation

stuck or trapped
in body?
God’s mental workmanship
so shoddy?

born on
automatic mode
now manual
now unsewed
no sense
of future
without
a suture

too conscious of
consciousness
certainly too
autonomous

too aware of
being aware
I stare, I stare

overly aware
of own existence
no path of
least resistance

body seems irrelevant
no Eucharist, no celebrant

with all that it can bring
life is
a most uncomfortable thing

The first time you unsewed your lips and smiled at me I knew I would never be able to find anything on earth as beautiful as you.
When your melodious laugh bubbled up from your lungs and out your newly freed mouth I discovered that every composer and musician that will ever live has been trying to capture that sound.
When you began to direct your words at me I felt like I had just encountered the most gorgeous intellect a human brain could offer.
Your words were poetry and the conviction in your words could convince any dying man there was hope to live another day.
Your shoulders pushed themselves back and you displayed a confindence in yourself that was unrivaled by any kings.
You choose your words carefully because you knew the power they had.
You could start a war or bring world peace with a flick of the tongue and one look with your beautiful blue eyes.
You put every great speech of histort to shame with a simple hello and brought more hope to my heart with your sewn lips in a half smile than any inspirational speech ever given.