I ask myself — — April 10, 2021

ICR

I ask myself,
and then also sometimes you
about the wrinkles in your
sighs.
I’m so used to them being
about me
because I’ve been the
expanding crack
across the face of others
despite the hands
that left the
car unsteering
I’m so used to them being about me
because
I’ve watched on my stomach
the crow of my self awareness
as it picked
out the shiniest,
most hollow
guts that made me that being
And them being about me
I’m so used to them
being about me
that seeing your muscles
around your eyes
relax as the light and your breath,

I breathe easy as it all
floats to be
our meaning

“Of course not. I love you.”