This hiccup of manners
this melting ice-knife
buried in my chest
I’m a cartoon mishap.
Oh, look! I’m leaking through
the cardboard cutout.
A plywood caricature
with a hole where
the face should be.
A photo op for lovers
on jolly holidays
by worn seaside resorts.
How is it that I have gone
from faithful friend
to jealous cunt
in the space of
an hour?
Looking now
on the pattern
invisible before
I can see the flaw
in my cunning plan.
I always intended to leave
as the light faded.
I never thought
I’d go blind first.
ouch! you ain’t blind, baby. that is very clear.
Mmm.. I like this. Very (for lack of a better word) sharp. Piercing.
And beautiful.