“When I look away and look back, I see all the cracks. They’re in my life’s work and that’s how my thoughts find you. Your teeth in my hands. I still control your smile or did you forget? Piecing it together, catching the light of a hollow god’s sunset. I’ve misplaced something too. Something reprehensible, something like you.”
Live up to or live down. Get past or get through. Nothing left, nothing new. Your desperation folded neatly like praying hands with insincerity clinging beneath the nails. I shake my hand making your teeth rattle, a call to you that you’ll answer in slurred-motion speech. Your blood only reflects the light that so many lust after, to go into. Your words slowly connect to the next, beginning and ending at once. Wetter and better. A paragraph puddle left for my mind to trace, underline and erase. I’ll make you smile again and again, but it isn’t attached to life. What’s left to harvest? Crawl to my voice, live up or live down. Get past or get through. Nothing left, nothing new. Something like you.