unfilled, fulfilled

Carpenter make

me a wooden slate

mold my soul

with pine

the heart that’s there

is hollow, unfilled

once predisposed to

being hacked and carved

the interior has gone

maybe now,

you can gut it from the inside.

If you can redefine the bad

you could potentially win a date

or make me somewhat

fulfilled,

maybe,

an orgasm or two

will do

It’s all unravelling

a couple months of dawn walks home

I feel the taste

slide down my throat

and for a second

I am one with me and

the funniness of forgetting

It’s okay to forget on purpose

Remembering.