Coocooing

Stab
like ice picks
Lobotomies
render me forget-less and
stupefied.

I try hard not to remember and
I hate to be forgotten
hold on to me
but don’t tie me to the past
hold me.

It’s stuck here
The moment.
With your face and the smell of cloves

I am only half lobotomized
but hacked to pieces.
my own heart picked up the axe
it cut itself up and
now all I have left
is the part for indifference

I am a bad liar
I am
never indifferent to
those soft eyes and lips.
they always nibble away
they carve a nitch
and plant themselves
they seed and come to term and
grow into a part of me

you are ripe in me.

I want you to
Hold me before you go
when you’re gone
I will have only scraps.
whatever is salvageable
from a mind’s
wreckage.

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1. ralph rodriguez says:

   im happy about this poem. it makes me think about how pathetic i am, and how much i wish i was right for you.