Oct 12, 2020
Updated: Jan 23, 2021
art: caitlin peck
i.
lay your secrets down in this warm cavity
of pink and red and specks of white
like you lay your broken pieces in your grave
ii.
take my syllables and thread them into words
sentences that say something
and mean more than just my lips
trembling next to your ears
like you took what was mine and pulsating
and made it yours and static
iii.
interpret your fragility
after realizing
my love was Kafkaesque
like you interpret goodness --
bureaucratic
iv.
left the weeping to willow trees
and sliced my tongue in half
to speak your language
one recites sonnets of repentance
the other, panegyrics
so long.
farewell.