A scarlet stopwatch sits on the September sunset
Calendar coughs in the cold months
Hand holds in hospital hell
Enough of the poetry bulls***-
Say it like you feel it
Sorry sweetheart,
I sugarcoat until you shoot yourself with insulin
Half hearted hearts keep reaching in the cookie jar
I’ll believe the lies until they kill me
Keep f***ing her and I’ll keep picking up the pieces
A broken heart in the cracked bed frame the backstop to your fastball
I hate sports
So forget I said that and I love you
I take it back like middle school
Blacktop crush high five hugs he kissed me and I didn’t say no
Flash forward to now I’m still not saying no
Except I’m not afraid of him touching me
Rather I’m afraid you won’t
I wish I could roll up my doormat demeanor like yoga class mats
Morning prayer we worship you
Your dogma is dead
To me
Last week I cried so hard my pillowcase heat up my plastic noodles
I don’t eat much because my stomach shrunk to make room for the gaping hole in the middle of my chest
Your eyes are burned into the backs of mine
What’s that poem about the American Dream?
Frail fingers fumbled for you in the dark
Like my pen finding the page
Collarbone kisses in the line breaks
F*** you for leaving
We almost rhymed
And I never rhyme
Too obvious, you used to say
And like everything else
Insecurity sounds like comply
Flash forward again
I’ll put you in the Daniel corner of the hall
Where I put my things when I’m scared of the space they take up
This doesn’t sound like poetry anymore
Sleepy seduction in sappy sonnets
Sounding like symphonies to my singular cell
One more one more one more
One more what?
Questionable coincidence last night,
My apologies for the stuttering
I’m always doing that-
Apologizing or stuttering?
Both, my dear,
Both