when I leave my soul
naked on a leaf
when I abandon my heart
bleeding on a handkerchief
When my stomach opens
like a lunchbox
and childhood memories float on helium balloons
or when my suicidal sadness plays hangman
on the neighbors clothesline
When your Moon commands
the constant tide ashore
eroding slowly
the bark of this tree that was younger once
I can see it clearly
from up here
as I gravitate in an empty nothing
in eternal orbit around you
like a sailboat sinking
and what could have been.
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