| Shaking my teeth loose on your table
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| The dullest white squares I’ll never be
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| Now that you’ve picked each one apart
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| You can’t look at me
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| I’ll probably lose you now
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| But at least the ones I have still sparkle
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| Putting on your make up
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| Every day before he wakes up
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| So he can stomach your face now
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| Easier than he could without
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| Yeah, this is love, this is all that you could want
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| Open equals heavier
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| Hold your hand out palm side up
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| Open, empty, light enough
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| Minutes all turn to months
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| This is one thing we have all learned
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| Equations make a sum but it doesn’t add up
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| Signing up for that second semester
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| Because you won’t marry without the degree
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| Once I fix things up right
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| You won’t be so embarrassed of me
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| But I’ll never make it now
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| At least looking in the mirror won’t feel like lying
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| Posing for your stilted vision
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| Academic postcard prison
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| Raise your chin love
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| Purged a poem I swore was finished
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| Heaping lines half chewed unconscious
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| Settle on a plot, chalk another loss
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| Stage set for
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| Breathing and choking on swallowed conversations
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| Clutching and crawling for constant validation
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| Still nailed in the ruins of
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| Corporate co-dependence
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| Still stuck on the thought
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| That you’re the one exception
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| All the while just the same
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| I’m worried that the purpose is
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| How I look not how I lived
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| Let’s get dolled up and play pretend
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| Cause nothing stays honest when
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| Every thought is cursed with intent
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| A pulse covered in skin and
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| Words covered in lips
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| Taste the regret as it leaves your stomach
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| Coating your tongue with every noun
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| Watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now
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| Spitting your insides out
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| Start over, start over start over start over start over |