I smoothed my moments
once experienced
with violence
to make them immediately
look like memories

I thought I could be training
waiting for september to come
and yet september
came down on me
like a bad disease

Peek at these broken lips
no one will save me
peek at these broken lips
please, please
set your sights on me

I hold’em tight the strings of my shoes
enough to stop the blood flowing to my ankles
so that I couldn’t walk anymore.
a good reason
to be confined to my bed all day
forgetting your name.