Love, you ever want me, don’t —

I’m just the bone dice of the gravel

Clicking through fingers.

You’re the drugged summer sun.

I have survived my life,

The bare soul and her hands

Opening to me as if

In language. I beg of the souls:

Stop with the cryptic messages,

Tell me what you came to say.

But never mind. It is not

Painful to discuss his death.

I have been primed for this.

Still, his face assaults me.

I thought it best to smile.

— Kait