the leather case where i keep
a few secrets undiluted, they
would reveal such an unkempt
version of events. so i will
stay true to the lie i
have belied myself into
accepting with a
sideways smirk

i revel in my goddamn obsessions, forgetting
to weep when it seems necessary while
you maybe, have noticed my broken neck
burnt brown by the fatal sun on saturday,
tan lines no one would
ever see.

the best to wish for now, is perhaps
that an instant would arise & find
us engaging in silences, for i
have no words that mean what
i would want them to

i would want it differently
looking into those shaded eyes
((like barrels of greymetal guns))
& instantly that roman brow,
that voice, those limbs,
would manifest in stone