Untitled / NYC

You are a broken piece of shell
A fragment I use as a makeshift spoon
to scoop out the pieces of me
resembling your Frankenstein heart
There is no surgical precision here
I scrape skin, and flesh, until I hit bone
Buried plunder hidden by Caribbean parents
Here, I carve a cave
Here, l light vigils in your name
Here, I turn
my silhouette resembling yours
My vertebrae, as well
Here, I pray the sea rolls in
That it rolls in
Along with broken shells.

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