Just Thoughts

Caitie, can we talk please?

about cutting heart strings

propagating them in soil

how fast does loneliness grow

and when it does, what is it good for?

.

Sophia, can’t you just listen?

why does it always start in the kitchen

so deep and full I don’t even notice

hot water kissing burns into my fingers

gazing through glass, remembering

fingers curled around glistening gold

.

Gracie, don’t you know?

every March is the same doldrum

memories bloody and broken and 

what good are bruises that don’t heal,

veins and arteries to carry pain 

that isn’t real?

.

Maisie, what’s the problem?

with donating organ systems

as long as I don’t miss them?

I wouldn’t, you know, dream

of dead girls, if I didn’t own

a brain to do so

.

Ashley, I know you’re there

tell me, how can some thoughts

be arresting as iron weights

boring through my flesh and others,

as spontaneous and weightless as

a summer dress?

.

Lyndsey, please make it go away

the shadows, I mean, when the sun drops

beneath the tree line and all I can do

is remember grief, my very own skin

prying away the layers with crowbars of sins

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