LIFE AFTER DISMEMBERMENT

Cos I can’t

not anymore

you’d be bored

like before

 

It’s not because I don’t.

It’s because I do, give too much:

Damns and/ or f***s,

and as such, it’s useless

and/ or insulting to repeat it.

 

Figures

you can’t remember.

Since you weren’t really there,

or I wasn’t and you were.

Tricking myself with dreams again:

It’s all hazed, blurred or scratched out

 

Still here

Faking it, winking at mannequins,

One man cargo cult

 

She’s there:

Pulling the wings off butterflies �"

The ones I used to give her.