roadkill is a love story
passing a glance between the spines
[you have touched far too many
to break them now]
for you have made me an adam
a hundred times
& all your scapels know my name
'you are not a dead bird
a skull & an animal'
[I know how you feel
a frightened tibia
& somehow making it to the surface
i was cut open
'every bone has a meaning'
[your lips have taken every one
& my ribs have left my heart alone]
i am not on the back of any
of your pictures
[like it does any good]
because forgetting you
was forgetting someone I never even met--
I just wanted a new journal. So another poem I don't feel is good enought to put up anywhere else.
Anywho, I need a poem editor, if anyone is available. You know, someone who can read my poem and tell me what to fix.