Crush

after use
after aching, thirsting, wanting
no more
use, crush
throw
use, crush
throw

Life

has to be
I think,
eating a mango
messily
over the
kitchen sink.

Used

to be a time
when every mole
had a
name;
wonder if you've
still kept
them the
same?
Or have they
newer, sweeter
spells,
now that they belong
to someone
else?

You

took
tore
twisted
and left me
whole

sisters

remembering a
childhood
sharing
sweetness,
softness,
and
the sticky sickness
of a
twisted man

Refreshing

the same
page
(no, nothing yet)
can be
so tiring.

Last Night

reaching
out to find
an empty space,
hoping you've
only
sleepwalked
to the other room?

miss

the taste
of glue
on
the letters
sent to you