i’m through

with the new you.

becomes easier.

every fiber

rebels against it.

still, it wanders around me

in semi-circles.

the gear clicks

into place.

another tooth.

the first choice.

follow the mass.

massive.

corded and struggling

against themselves.

is born of resistance.

i am the matter

that is stripped away.

my better half

survives in the womb.

i breathe in with

displeasure.

your hands force the

exhale.

every moment

spent

in preparation

for looking back.

you don’t want to see this.

look away.

words and half-words

confuse me back to sleep.

i see orphaned lovers,

outlined, rough and hollow.

the answer lies face down

on the table…

scattered.

perfectly compressed,

and folded.

but from this

unfamiliar and infrequent

equilibrium.

I am torn down from the inside.

My parts recycled, sold

or abandoned.

Left to rot in the sun.

Blown away by this coarse wind.

What burns,

burns clean.

As dust, I protest still.

And wonder why I am given

to the clouds and red sky.

I travel the universe,

becoming all that I love.

…

then I can forget.

.remember.

i beg you.

let me forget.

.remember.

inertia strips away my skin.

.remember.

and keeps protects my soul from ascension.

.remember.

tell me you hate me.

tell me you never want to speak to me again.

tell me that i do not exist.

tell me i am a fool.

for ever thinking.

forever thinking.

you never came.

your skin callous to my whisper.

a hint of a turn.

and i retreat.

to fair places?