Am Not What I Thought
March 8, 2023
ticking time as scissors
Slicing through Flesh:
October Sky radiates heat—
bubbling out of the Pot
I am who I Am but
Am not what I thought;
Why she thought he was lovely:
his Lovely was rot
(he does not know) why is;
it’s here? that feeling of falling short or:
The head of October burning his flesh
for he is who I am (but does not)
For his heart wants—
(But his heart cannot)