I am always good looking while I brush my teeth. Insane. Sometimes my teeth want to bleed. Sometimes my heart hurts. Sometimes my heart feels the things my body can ignore. The cuts on my hand. Everyone says YOU PUNCH TOO MANY WALLS. Everyone says YOUR KNUCKLES ARE MADE OF STRAWS. I go alone around the back of the house, I go alone between the piles of folding chairs and motor parts. There is a shelf in my closet full of heartache. There is a box I will never unpack. I’ve written you poems you’ll never read. They are in a metaphorical box. I get lost and close my eyes while following you at 1 AM. I never sleep. Sometimes I have to choose between you and money. I feel like a splinter. I always choose money. You’re sleeping. You say YOU SAT THERE ALL NIGHT LIKE A THUG.
