I will take the sun in my mouth
And whisper to the words melting down my throat
that sometimes that’s how i like it, that’s how
i keep myself to myself.
I will keep the words that’s supposed to make
sense make sense in a no man’s land.
I am in a place where things are always burning,
i keep reminding myself that remembering
is simply another way of sinning.
It is a crime against your already bruised soul.
I call myself ‘The expert at the fall’
because leaving had always felt like
arriving arriving arriving
back to myself.