my birthday.
a little gift to enjoy.
a dead phone in January.
one long silence
a sadness spreads over my heart
a pancake spreading out
up against the hot hot edge
a hard ending
a hot heart
edges and lines
smoking
in the morning, all day, at night
slow burning
a birthday gift- alone.
to be seen,
looked at looked at looked at
always alone in the end
you can learn to enjoy this
length
the day unending
punctuated by pills & water
a steady silence
coffee and crying
you can wait it out, a steady silence
holds a heart
still smoking
