i'm
not
your
heartbreaker

when i read, it's not often things make sense

but when that moment comes into view
and the letters line themselves up as awkward lies
i remember why i started turning the page.

b

i've got so much to tell you,

if i could only find you.

threading delicate,
seat me in the sun
with the misrepresented queens.

talking to myself
sunday romance blooming on empty
staring through broken window panes

and speckled dusk dust.

ibrahim the seahorse
that wasn't.

1:08 AM

"heaven knows it's got to be this time..."
miniature realities of what may become of her.