On the sludgy missing you,
on the dripping missing,
on the trudge of you,
on the dirty body I have to propel
into a world that wants to react to it,
when I want to react to the world.
On knowing the thing is beyond my means,
on ripping the butterfly wing,
on pushing on for no reason, on forcing,
on being blown away by my own inability.
Gimme the lesser of the two bad men,
the alpha evil bores me, tho I remember
knowing I was trapped and I had to chew off
my own tongue to escape.
On missing you, on hearing you, on singing to you
until you fumbled so I had to strike and struck hard, to kill.
Love is unlearning how to face someone, or something.