a heart full of boxes
watching you walk is like cinders in my boots,
a heavy Christmas in the sink of my chest,
a hearty boom where once contentment slept:
i found myself undone.
tomorrow held a heavy call for forgetfulness
and i stayed rather [or not] upbeat about it.
lemon squeezes stained our polished denim and
the crocodile tears, pressing against the corners
of your crystal and sand mouth,
make me miss the tiny little bells i never heard.
the shattering of my ears held a kind of prayer
where all was silent and ready for heaven.
i was ready till i sneezed and the whole world came back
like a rocket of dirt and hell, sending me home
or at least pretending.