Thank You, My Turn
Billions of years ago, Interstellar lightning created the Big Bang Between us It wasn’t that long ago, really… but if I name it in time as we understand it they’ll know it’s you (But They’ll know anyway ) Apparently, the Earth does as it shook below your feet, just as I was writing these words Recall, whichever time after time that was Me getting dressed first Me saying goodbye first Me having to return to someplace where anxiety would drive me me away from you Again That time You said, “thank you,” as I was leaving and I found it so curious Should I carry that home lightly, Eyeroll and the whorish insult or should I let the weight, deep gratitude hanging in your lilt wash over me like a security blanket knowing to this we could always return Except: every time you break me. The delicate balance I carry living in shadows and alleyways Of my former self spins. I’m off kilter, a nauseati...