Cut Up Poem
Steam erased my face from the mirror.
Shame, Regret, I showed her the door.
Stopping low, I read her journal. An
Exotic fortress and a cinematic sky.
I sprinted after her and whispered in her
ear. Her nails dug into my arms and I
felt compelled to enter the golden controls.
I wanted to be adventurous. Feeling the
water break, I saw human versions of
myself. It was embarrassing so I lunged
for the wine. It was what every sensible
Texan would need. Sweetie. I am the
human wallet loaded with money as
the sudden lurch was a looted tomb
inside of my crumbling chest.