—NODOBY TEACHES YOU HOW TO REMINISCE, NOBODY TEACHES YOU HOW TO HURT LIKE THIS

Didactic

We’ve buried ourselves

inside an insistent drip

where everything is blurred,

fragile and shattered,

like a church for soul scratchers

or orphaned clouds. 

It’s the science of omission,

a collision of blank space. 

When I fold myself again,

logic adjusts but scatters

like dust too faint to see. 

A black scythe has

cut the sky in two. 

You hold your piece

while I hold mine

as the void goes on expanding,

mocking us like a

crib recalled too late.