to beat a dead horse

 

you wanted to see me today

 

but,

 

today i am closed.

 

 

this is a eulogy for my anxious, timid brain:

 

i am half a person.

 

 

i took you for something else when we first met

 

shook your blood repeatedly, hoping

 

that you would become something more solid.

 

 

this is for every boy who said i was different:

 

maybe we should have kissed so my DNA went sideways inside of you

 

everyday i am shaking

 

i am an atheist, but, i must have god beneath my fingertips

 

and i think he is angry.

 

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