Rearranging furniture

The lizards that live in my back door frame

Birth control in the mail

A craft store coupon that expires on your birthday

Kaleidoscopic visions

Temporary memory loss

Even though you are not here

And they never belonged to you

I think this shower stall has the capability to cave in on me

Or perhaps the water will turn to blood

Or worst of all

I would imagine that when you said

“I will ruin you”

It meant that we would be together at least

Maybe I could go blind

But there are very few things

That are worse than feeling like a fool

At the thought of being pressed on by your finger tips

How long does it take to wash the prints away?

That which I had once barracaded with all of my might

I yell out to the abyss, to wherever you are

Come back

I can tear the hinges off

Wipe your feet on my welcome mat

Would you be an outlaw for my love?

If it’s so then let me know

If it’s no then I can go

Only to wake up the next morning grieving in the ashes

Wishing the pages could rewrite themselves

“How does it feel?”