A few years
and fewer infatuations ago,
Oblivion
came and sat
in my heart
like an
unexpected guest
not raising her head up to meet your eyes
before putting her
weathered suitcase on the entryway.
The thud.
As if to say
“I am here
to stay”
I fell.
I rose.
fell again.
Oblivion remained.
Porcelain-thick.
I
and
rose.
how lovely together.
I loved, I
left-
grubbed cinders for solace.
licked soot.
I shed skin-
but this is not my language,
Oblivion is nothing
but a synesthetic knickknack.
