from the womb to the tomb/i would throw an entire can of coke at your face, watch your teeth break, then light you on fire and still you'd never feel an infinitesimal fraction of the pain i have felt day after day since you've reclaimed your heart from its rightful place

from the womb to the tomb but we hit the ground not
walking; in a hurry yet inevitably losing speed-

i am the stain on your blouse,

i am the run in your stocking,

i am an empty house-

not a cockroach or even a mouse scurries across the floorboards
of my mind, heart, body

one thing is for sure, one thing is painfully certain: love
allows one to become broken

you broke me, now i am a hollowed out pile of wood
and insulation

my carpet is soiled, my plans are foiled, my whole
and core are stuck in a lump of desolation

and this is the space, this is the place beyond the dawn,
beyond the hesitation of penetration

where we do nothing but cross fingers, toss pennies,
squint for stars shooting, and take to knees

brooding incessantly