for too long, I have taken words as my lovers.
my heart clutches music in its hands, but
my lyrics-stained skin glows in the dark
why, if I lived in a city like dreams,
the streetsigns and graffiti would grapple
up the stairs and into my apartment
I cannot rest my full weight against their
shoulders, sparse and transparent. but I'll
take their empty promises anyway; the letters
are nothing if not sensual. day after day,
I worry that they will leave me. on my knees
I will swear, conspire my life away if only
they let me write them just one more time.
for no matter how far I get away, how unlonely it
becomes, I always go back to their abuse