for jack

[bubbles]

I caught a

glimpse of myself

as I opened my

car door

yesterday

 

a face

I don't really

know

stared back at me

 

it looked eighty

 

bitter eyes

sharp lines in my

skin

 

a girl raped of her

innocence

I suppose

 

you know it's been

millions of years

since I've talked to you

 

I feel like you

died

 

let me feel the snow again

before I had to

sever you

from my side

 

let me hold your hand

the simplest things that

haunt me

 

let me pretend that

I don't really know the

truth

 

or better yet

 

let me

remember

the girl

under my skin

you

took away

[pimpcess]

That is a really really brilliant poem.

[Baffler Meal]

I think it's great.