i.

and i loved myself

 

but only

 

in pieces

 

snippets

 

photographs

 

my hair turned the shade of rust

 

i climbed barbed wire fences to force

 

myself inside of my head

 

shut the circuit off

 

rearranged the wires

 

i wanted to

 

start over

 

fresh like new paint in an old home

 

i let the moths fly out

 

shook the drapes

 

changed the sheets

 

dusted the platter

 

i set a new table

 

comfortably

 

for myself inside of my head

 

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