look at me very closely
and tell me what i need to fix
there is something new i can't deal
with
feeling like the BB-8 of the
poetry world
feeling like bone marrow
in a separate world [of hallways
and craters] of bones
there's a sentence
stuck to the roof of my mouth
i touch it with my tongue
and my eyes water and i'm trying not to
sneeze
i wish i had overactive tear ducts
when i'm coming into school
in the morning
listening to bright eyes
i am trying to walk backwards
because in one past
i was making a watercolor
you were on the other coast
you were in danger [being
cracked open]
i'm so sorry
if my hands were crystal balls
i would roll them
across the floor
i love you so much
and i want to be k**ed by poison