20 dec 2018, Urban Baristas

Latte. Got caught up in my sternum, tangled there.

I live there now

Locked in,

near my beating, bleeding,

pushed-around boomerang of a heart.

This is a self-inflicted punishment

for all the days I did not listen to Nick Cave,

didn't let love in. Now I am the love, I am finally in. I've lived in my mind, seeing to believe and

Believing to see.

Now I don't trust my eyes.

They have no imagination and lack

affective memory.

Closer to my heart, there's no air

or space

Here are only stories I can drown in.