and I love it.
but I hope, I hope,
that poems lure.
droplet bullseye,
little things,
safety that turns to cruelty.
I miss KJ,
and I just need someone to rely on.
a different town,
a different tongue,
taking roads that aren't
meant to be.
crack my neck.
kill me.
tape measure my life for now.
good to go.
good to hide.
even LN
wants nothing to do
with my new stomach.
I want to be kept.
like a fire.