i wanted to tell you,
how i felt.
but the words, escaped me
when it meant the most.
i choked up,
with nothing to say
except what i needed to say, to get you to stay, laying there with your skin hanging out- i needed something to keep you intact, like gluing a piece of china back together after falling three stories (forcing myself to keep scrap paper inventories), end over end- lip over floral print- onto the cracked streets where the homeless panhandle and the business men pen scandals- wives dragging children and children, dragging imaginary friends to imaginary places… only to grow up and forget those always smiling faces… and i’ve forgotten where this was going…
so i’ll pretend,
that i said what i wanted.
that i said,
what i needed.
and that you, soaked it up
like a desert tree
after cracked earth plea.
this was supposed to be something important.
something to hang my head upon,
when it sinks low like the first harvest moon
into a fall sky, bathing a city night
in orange light
but it turned out to be a twisted tongue, rotting and baking in the heat of the day, when the mercury rises and busts through the tops of thermometers, spraying glass into eyes and skin.