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Surgery
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Junior Year - College Do I love you?
Depends on circumstance
What an answer
I say to myself
So I attempt to caulderize
Memories like leprosy
And surgically remove them from me
Gently sever fingers
That penned hymns in vain
Then I removed the feet
That led me to her
Amputate lungs that breathe her in
Blind the eyes that misread over and over
And snuff the nose
That loved her scent on my pillow
Soon I discover she is embedded
Into my very being
Essence is burnt into my lips
And I can't reach my back
That she kneaded when swollen
When maybe swollen is what I needed
Then pushed me over the cliff
On the way down my ears still hear
Needless apologies and half truths
And I search for some brief blessed deafness
Before I land and try to collect myself
For the climb ahead
