these thoughts barely cover my ankles in their shallowness
and i graze them with my hand so when they take my finger-
prints an impression of my thoughts is left on the paper in ink.

i've never been a poet.

though the mixture of love&heartbreak&happiness&misery
have made a wonderful dose of inspiration for me to spill my
soul across blank slates it's all a desperate attempt to be whole.

i fill my empty spaces with words.

in my seams, where i've sewn myself back together and in the
spaces where my heart split open and in the cracks of my chap-
ed lips i've poured out my shallow thoughts to complete myself.

i'm just like everyone else,
br o ke n.