i'd like to listen
to the stretch of sky that crowns
the answers to my questions
but i am devoid
of the need to retrospect
because, being in memory lane
always punctures my tires
and leaves me deserted.

Do i remember how it is
to feel fearless?
Yes, it presses in my head
like a song waiting to get out
it is a recollection of not knowing
how to fall apart
and at that time, i was so damn good
and never giving up
i didn't know rejection
and i didn't know the word 'cant'

my muses are ashamed
of what has happened to me
they learn to pick me up slowly
molding together the fractures of me
strewn across this arc of blue overhead.