I'm making sense
of bottle caps
and letters laid
flat on the pavement
even though
it's all so heavy
cold water droplets
lifted the weight
pushing gentle fingers
in the middle of my skin
I'm being split open
from button to zipper
and crease to fingertip
the sun
broke down the leaves
and left me naked
laid out
molded to the ground
the curls streaming
from my head
become the roots
that hold me still
and hide me in the light...
I thought I could
make sense of all of this
as if a name
could move your breath
to stop and wait
and throw it away
to turn a page
and ignore the last number
I wouldn't want me either...
not now.