Crawling deeper in
You’re buried alive
In your own skin to save us all
You do such stupid things
Dry heaves
Dry shaving
Dry sex with anyone who’s willing
(no wonder they call you a whore)
you move it all around
tossing the L word to whoever
will catch it to save you
you numb yourself down to
carry all your baggage
you know your relationship
with Raoul or Miguel or Pablo
(whatever it was you named him,
jokingly)
it’s doomed and gone to waste
you were just a fling
Hollow yourself out
Make some room and move over
‘cause pretty soon there will be
no more empty spaces
for you to fill with
sins, taboo violations, mind
numbing substances until
you will just cry yourself to sleep
at night
Wow, gritty, vivid. Effective though, you really do write great poems.