talk tact.

these words are about as tactful
as a scratch to the face
and my face dulls itself
to these words.these words are
easier to speak than
to swallow.i follow these words
from your mouth to my face
and then swallow them
with a dull thud.i now have dull
words at the bottom of my dull
stomach.

getting there.

who is she

that i love?

i know i love who she is

yet i know she was who

i could never love.

please do not (re)present the past

but instead gift me the present.