the crow on my balcony
does not belong here
just like my sadness
just like my grief
what does it feel like? he asks
and i say
it feels like holding a nail in your right palm
and closing your fist while you know it's there
but you choose to hurt yourself anyway
and it's going green this wound is going green and acrid
and i will have to amputate it but what am i supposed to do
without a limb? what do i do when everything goes missing?
where do i go?
i don't know, he caws
sounds like you broke your own heart, though, stupid