how often
we hold on to
things that
we should let go of
cursing the sun
with bloodshot eyes
and raised fists

it’s not until
the bottom drops out
that we notice
the rope burns
on our hands
and feel the tightening
at our throats

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I carve out places
in my chest
to make room
for someone else
give them a nice warm place
in which to live

I use a melon baller
because its edges
are so sharp
I feel nothing

It can be slipped
inside my sleeve

Fill me up
stretch out
your arms
tell me
beautiful things
before you go

I wonder how much more
I can carve away
until there is nothing
left of me

I carve out places
in my chest
to make room
for someone else
give them a nice warm place
in which to live

I use a melon baller
because its edges
are so sharp
I feel nothing

It can be slipped
inside my sleeve

Fill me up
stretch out
your arms
tell me
beautiful things
before you go

I wonder how much more
I can carve away
until there is nothing
left of me