--I'M LYING ALONE, WITH MY HEAD ON THE PHONE, THINKING OF YOU TILL IT HURTS 

Proof

I've been watching 

the glaciers slow-melt 

like glue-fingers, 

slippery and syrupy, 

unable to untwine, 

the nights confused 

and co-mingled, 

days stuffed with rain clouds, 

like cotton candy 

or ZZ Top beards, 

nothing for them to do 

but crowd out the sky 

and be annoying AF 

while a nameless ache 

knits a nest in me, 

right here in the heart, 

my mouth relying on 

homemade imagination, 

stitching its own song, 

repeating the mantra, 

Hey You, 

you're actually 

real after all,

and now we're both 

here to prove it.