Every Broken Piece Together Again

I.
a stare that burns

through false fronts

rips out the carpet

finds the hardwood


II.
a night that does not need you

does not hear you

does not need thing anything from you


III.
There was the one who had a boyfriend
in europe. She said it was ok

it was an open relationship. It was fun
but it got boring.

There was the one you loved

She loved you

once

So what?


IV.
Night-

just this

surrounding me

closing in

close to me

close

touching my skin


V.
ideas bleed slowly
ooze across a non
existent page
pool and dry
on no floor
but the one
you imagine
to be real