silence me with a kiss, a word, a sentence
make it balance out the passion
in ways you never knew you could,
in a love that you never felt you had
did it consume you? perhaps you have
moved on. so easy to do nowadays.
like a stream never stops so could
your eyes, your needs, wants. desire
is inside not outward. did you love her
more? less? not so much as you thought?
is he giving me all I need? do you care?
you know how I obsess over skies
lyrics, poems, movies, art, museums,
my record player, obsolete love affairs,
handwritten post it notes. it’s not me,
it’s just a voice. i gotta cook, clean,
do groceries, work. he asked me what
are you good at and the top three
while he quizzed me. wow he says
you really do what you love. I would die
any other way. you would find me
like Virginia and he nods his head again
as I write poems and throw them
in coffins, been doing it since I was a kid
so nothing ever changes. just the people,
just the clothing style, the latest shitty song,
but you remain the same. throughout all my
lifetimes. you. remain. the. same.