when you weren't looking
i exposed the fleshy part of my arm
as you turned your head
to show myself the fleshly memories
and i wanted to tell you
but you left too many blanks in my brain
so instead of opening my mouth
i picked up my pen
and i began to fill them in,
with her i can' t utter a word.
the stillness in the open spaces of my head
turns my attention to so many
cellular symbols of dissatisfaction
while her voice finally turns into a death rattle
i want to reveal myself
and unearth these emotions
until the ground quakes.
when you weren't looking,
i ran my fingers over the
stronger tissue upon which i managed to surive
and reached for you
when you weren't looking.