cr(eat)e without

the heart is cold

but still

you warm up to the idea

that it refuses to be still

no matter how much

or how little

you do

*

don’t you want not don’t

to stay suspended in this

without knowing the ending

which i can tell you

will lead to less you

and more i

and the realization that something is lost

in an apostrophe

something is hung

either you

or i

which i believe

is too much me-at

*

i surrender

though i am not sure what the war was about

and you tell me that is exactly the problem

absence

disappearing

going awol

when you are needed to be needed

to know what it means to need

and to not need to bear arms

or at least

have them hold you to feel

you again

*

it’s okay, kacper:

you’ll write some bad wordplay

and some worse poems

if only to not feel

as bad as they