OK, sunshine – here I come*.
Walking to 15th to get coffee with Jake.
…here I come*!”
Featured music :::
*sunshine – Life in the Rain ::: Quantic (The 5th Exotic)
*come – The Crow ::: DJ Food (Kaleidoscope)
Let the letting go.
You are not the kind. I knew.
Not kind, unselfish, deserving.
You required unwinding, and the ask
to unravel bindings
crusted by burst blisters
from the years’ angry messes.
Tongueing your salt-rimmed wounds,
you walk away.
to put a fleam in a flat palm,
and hope for an assist
for a therapeutic phlebotomy.
Taking to my own skin
with nails and teeth
and sharps that fit my grasp;
blood-letting humors that smell of you
marinated in muddled strawberries;
you, with a durian-fragrant tarred and toxic taste.
I am letting
the letting go
to the end