Deleting My Number at a Red Light Just Over the PA Line
Your heart strings feel every Spring;
hurt, swallow, expand,
hold it in.
Years have passed.
every breath is a phase.
Say, Breathing is temporary;
a yawn will do
anything to feel alive.
You wear out your jaw.
Poke holes in the raw diaphragm
so each breath collapses.
You keep numb,
counteract love with a kiss.
Say, Someday we’re all going to die.
Say, You were everything.
You were the strain of two muscles waiting
and every motion in between.
If I ripped my body open,
would you find anything to keep?
'Deleting My Number at a Red Light Just Over the PA Line' is a poem I wrote in 2018. It was published in The Free LIbrary of the Internet Void, which you can view online.