Broken Birds (Rest In Pieces)

Lying on the floor

Shattered ceramics

There was so much of you to pick up

Halloween plans

Smashed by September

There were so many pieces to pick up on

On the floor

You were so connected

To the man sleeping under the table

On the other side of the continent

When you lost your content

A stillborn beauty

Is ghosting around in my head

Your busted brains

I would tenderly tuck into bed

Little dishcloth in a tumbling dryer

Little washcloth in a tumbling dryer

Maybe your parents gave you a Lego set in middle school

Maybe the kids in class smashed it to pieces

Maybe they poured glue on your pet tarantulas

Maybe they got stuck to each other and tore themselves apart

I want my girls to save me

Want them to burst in when the dagger’s at my neck

I want my love to redeem me, let these killers finally see me

I feel it growing in me at the brink of death

Summon Doraemon

Protector of innocents

If you let them see you naked

You can get a ride home

(Danae receiving Jupiter in a shower of sulphuric acid)

A thief

(some young god)

Stole the ending to this book

(tore the canvas into shreds)

And left us gibberish

(bleeding paint)

Ancient Greek letters

(call you saint for a reason)

Just another crossed out character

I’ll scatter like birds

I’ll go everywhere