pieces

did you ever decide

what i'm made of?

i know you are

indecisive

but won't you tell me already?

look,

i used to hold whole suns within me,

my skull overflown with sand.

but i'm not so sure anymore--

i think it's more like

i have posion where my blood should be,

it stings and burns the skin.

the smoke of city and cigarettes

has invaded

my air supply.

the hair on my head

is growing long again,

but it's limper for all the dye.

digestion now seems unwanted;

i want nothing to enter me.

the boys that come inside

and leave just as quickly,

they're the reminders of another time--

they are you

except they leave me cold,

not warm like you left me.