taste the world above & beyond these things considered to be real.
kick the sky.
a fervent conjunction
praying that sweat will obscure the shame
your crosshairs on our garden's only blue bird.
i loved it when you devoured his pride,
when you hit the dog,
when you caged the trees.
subtract the emotion and ours is a beautiful thing.
the cracked drywall reminds me of your face when you used to scream.
maybe that's the truth and the terror of freedom.
i wasn't enough
so i took what i could
and left you alone in your garden.