too sensitive

these iron bands pull in and out

a plastic-wrapped interior? vacuumed free of air?

I gasp but do not breathe, I sigh but do not exhale

sick of love, love-sickened

clapped on the shoulder, “my girl”

calling me/missing this too?

I leave. Lotus.


art teacher

I want to scrape together your shatters and remould them,

working my fingers through your cracks, the places

love has been torn away from, your insecurities

burned away in the kiln of my hands. (fire of angels, fill me)

I will use my nails to scratch off the gluey false security,

let it wash away in the water, leaving paint.

You are beautiful, creative, and capable

let me help you see that.