knock knock

"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"For fuck's sake, Lynn, open the goddam door! I want to see my son."

heart on sleeve

just like you asked,
my heart is on my sleeve,
staining the fabric,
making it impossible
to put a jacket on.

i am cold as stationary blood.
a vulture roosts
in the hole in my chest
where my heart used to nest

i did this for you,
can you do something for me?
show a little compassion,
drape my jacket
over my shoulders.
that might help a bit.

then leave.
for some reason
i don't care for you
anymore.

all i want is to float
lazily in the sky
waiting for animals to die.