my heart,
is separated by the narrowest...
I place the palms of my hands
either side of the sink basin...
I
am lost...
If you keep moving
you can't cry...
it feels like
invisibility...
I still know it.
I live in the city center, 26th Ave...
It’s cold, twelve degrees below zero.
You’re remembering her face, how the sun...
It's dark in my mind
And I only want to hide...
If you take out all the anger
And you lay it on your skin...
Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...
Moon,
watch over me...
There are only
so many pieces...