egg hatched

opened to

the distance of being

in a bed with someone

falling out of love with you

here i am again

softened by the

want of kissing the corner of your mouth

only to find it rounded

like the sun that will set

like the night scattered as flour

edges cut like a cedar spring with the leaves wet

in afterglow of the abandoned

where there is a gush of grapefruit down my thigh

there are the things i’d have done differently

if the fire inside me was only greater

than the fire outside

where there is you still

stewing in the million of universes that will not meet

on the subway in school at a funeral

that whisper the bird’s nest caught in my teeth

of a warm home faraway

that chirp

i must choose the life of more

i am more life

i need to repeat less than i

am i listening

am i listening

grab the life with roars

with bruises fresh on your face like a watermelon ravaged

the life that is dripping down a lip

already bloody from the feathers of this pillow

that will see you in the foam of memory

flying away

again

to home

to the listened

to the place of closeness