Writing

Laying in a cardboard box

You grab me from all I've known

Across the dusty conveyor belt 

And into your car I go 

And with this I leave my life, my family, my temporary home

Avoidance.

And that's the thing

That drove you and I apart

That made the click less magnetic

Flipping the sides over

So we couldn't do it anymore.

I need to talk about it

To get it over with

means head of the year,

tippy-top, press restart, new year, wind it up, begin again,

clean slate, fresh sheet of paper. so get out your markers.

we're going to draw ourselves a better world.

i hate watching

you. i hate the blood

that pumps underneath your right hand

and runs through you red and thick and salty--

i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing

every 

word.

i wish i didn't wonder

Hello and goodbye

Are two words that are

not a description that would say the facts behind your glazed eyes

or the slippery heart in my hands.

To say goodbye would mean that's it's all good.

over

whelmed

so

I

bre ak

it

d

o

w

n

to

not

feel

so

                     out