may as well buy another pack

collapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.

you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.

(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
floating.)

breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
of attack

(and at least it wasn't personal; 
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
right.)