Poem: I Don't, I Dig

I don’t look up to the sky to find you

I dig a hole and I look down inside

 

don't try to find me in music I never liked

or the way heat smells on skin after being outside

or in how monsters pray

or in the pronunciation of my name 

 

I would

rather disappear

than be

akin to

your sins 

 

never forget how I set you free

please forget how I set you free 

                                                                 

 

 

 

 

                                                            Poem born from: dear john letters from my limbic system