xxiii
i lost my voice, my ability to speak
metaphors out loud, hanging
with the bile inside my throat
i spit poetry like skyscrapers in china
the way i almost lost you
i wonder why we busy ourselves
with routine, without prayer
when most of the time
religion is a catchphrase
to attain freedom
like birds in cages
singing their ave maria’s in the dark
words bursting at the seams
not quite an eclipse
be quiet, be still
as the lady on the moon
laments outside our windowsills
the color yellow
reminds me of the time
you vomited sunlight
on stationery paper
piled the debris of your heart
in these little asphyxiations
like a noose around your neck
made up of rose petals
and silent conversations
lit by candles-
hot wax
on our fingers
until i
turn into a ghost
and fade

…into you

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