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.
