missing

to paste a life in pieces

plastered fentanyl patches

over empty spaces of you

and sour orange stripes
- chewing my way to a place where I never saw your face.


bitter numbness not me at all

over my clothes

I look at my arm

- foreign to me

a tomb for the lies

gonna push for the plunge

but it pools on the side

so I swallow the rest

holding my breath until I come true.


I kick and dream

I gave up food

and visions of Achilles; writhing you

rise from the corners


like black oil covering ice

with a smile -we're through

ripping and cursing the cleanliness of my heart.

my hand reaches out in the stark

morning is wasting and I fade into wallpaper


forever navigating