You are on the
ship, I bob in
the salt water.
I will wait forever.
I will become the water.
I will drink it until my eyes bleed
and fill the space again.
I will give away my fingers.
I will light my bones on fire.
I will refuse to speak.
I will stop eating.
I will die,
which is the same,
as living without you.
This is what love is.
Every moment of my sad
happy, pretty life belongs
to your face, the curves
of your chin etched in my
mind.
I read your paintings
every night
before I go to bed.
I keep your picture rolled up
inside my lips.
I kiss my own mouth
to see if you left anything
there for me to swallow.
