—WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD

                                                   too low for zero

                   i know    i did it    to myself    nicked the vein    cracked    or    misread the meter    fell in    the sallow sea    again    another clumsy    limpet    wearing my    unhinged    bones    like a tangled    wind chime    kite    connection    and    maybe it’s    inevitable    that i    feel invisible     most days    because i don’t    recognize myself    without you    i can’t even    spell today    without you    each wave    with its    quill-gray    water-slap    might as well    be my face    beat against a stone    the redundancy    so repugnant    that my nightmares     have nightmares    while    the setting sun    tucks her belly    in retreat    as i    cling    to the    last    speck of    light    in this    stained    and wafer-thin    glass    seem to    i can't seem    to see    thru