cold room
but it is not a home
to me
i cannot feel safe
curled next to a man
who says he wears his heart outside himself—
like a badge
like a hand-stitched emblem on his shirt pocket—
but who maps out the quickest exits
as soon as he enters a room
who has already told me the ways
he will forget me —
the ways he has already forgotten me —
while i am still tangled up around him
.....
you are a burner of bridges
of roads, of highways
you warm yourself
on all the endings you've ignited —
looking holy and alive
as the flames glow you a halo
and i've been trying to find a place
to hide
because
every time i'm with you
i smell smoke.
S.
{Photo: Sayaka Minemura Flickr}
