a twist of lemon eyes
that thin razorblade ache
like dregs of amnesia in
my wineglass infesting
(impaling) every breath
I lose in sighs.

the sparkplug scrape of
your glance will somehow never
releasehold mine
and for you I'm breaking
like a cellophane dawn
with all the ghosts
of my heart/'s/ failure on display.

quiet smile driftwood
this brittle aftertaste of
these words I can't unsay
(like rainfall I stain upon

you always cut too deep.

someone removed me from their favorites, which is kind of insulting but amusing because I noticed it. sorry for disappointing, I guess! anyway, I'm trying to return reviews but it's going slowly. thanks for reading and (hopefully) enjoying.