these are the specs
the math
necessary
for a conclusion

like a discovery
or
being discovered

found you
at work

before
he shot me
in the face
he
shook
my hand

it was reassuring

a knot
a need

will
try my hand at a
coma
drive there

build this home
this room
this kitchen
this bed
just
somewhere to sleep

always
ends with a poem
a promise i
need to keep
a thought that
replaces
water the
feeling
of
being alive

will dream
anyway

i am
about
to
find out

i might as well be writing in Spanish.
if i could,i would.
it was uncomfortable.battered and
deep fried bruised.
do you even remember that day?

know it is just words,not action,
just words.escape is impossible,out
of the question.no where to run.
like this time.
eating now,devouring everything you
see,thinking somehow
it is just in the way.
look at you.

keep going
one of the secrets
of life
involves movement
cleaning
keep the broom working
the dust pan
looks ready to
ponce

wondered

sometimes if

we

even had a

heart

wondered

sometimes

if she even had

a heart