sent my love in a poem posed on its own tightrope
hoping to fall deeper into the pit of the
world, flop its belly into the pavement, into
a single swan-dive devoid of perplexity, and the
celestial gravity given to words pluralizes me – I
can't fight its wrist-twisting tangle of webs and
woman's weaves.

sent my love in a poem to you, unread, sighed
in the chatter of my own teeth taught against my
skin, each bitten freckle forced to meander along
my body in the maze of preliminary awkward

love means nothing anymore
you pull away like the spacing of words on paper.