destined,

maybe, 

to be alone & sad forever

in this same bed

that’s seen different skin

& deeper times 

but never sticking here

just staining my sheets

with hope & blood

.

the ceiling looks sweet

i wish it wasn’t so high 

i wish i could graze it 

we’re far enough that

the dust bunnies

don’t blow with the wind

creeping in through my window

.

the carpet’s speckled

with rolled up hair 

i’m losing so much 

i find it knotted in everything

even my throat 

choking me

.

does anyone see me

does anyone want more than 

a body to keep warm 

even when i’m gone 

will that be close enough 

touch my stiff hand 

at the casket

& whisper more nothings 

in my stuffed ear

(3/28/25)