if i (had/lost) you
i have eaten far too many reese’s peanut butter cups today
for i am but a chocolate shell of my former self
—do you still hear me?
in the windy cold out there
i used to send you messages on the breeze,
you know
i used to say
i’d
marry
my internal desire to be known, loved,
wanted
you, an angel
your plush wings wrap tightly around
my hard brown crust—
crush me, integrous wrapper!
expose my soft insides—
(you are allergic)
i miss you,
you know
i whisper into my morning coffee,
made with dishwater and
ammonia
i take on the day as before,
dreamingly
for i never understood the barrier between
dream and
nightmare and
the world
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