of lovers and endless mistakes


of lovers and endless mistakes
i know quite a lot about. 

i know of the tragedy of talking 
of the lips that refuse to let go of

another but at other times refuses 
to part. i have seen speeches of

unasked sobriety and masks made
of crushed plants that aren’t used well.

of curves of grass and mosquito bites
i know quite a lot about.

i know of their reasons for being 
of the need for their breathing when 

they exist to make one twitch when
they have forgotten themselves and let

loose when they have already made 
little bundles, neatly tied up called truths.

of limbs and small mattresses 
i know quite a lot about.

i know of ends that seek no beginnings
of deaths of moments that sparsely 

populate the tense of the ghosts.
the apathy covered by words that can’t

carry on for long. sighs and sights
that regrets are made of, are the recipes

i made and patented. so bring with you
a cup and pour out all your problems. 

of lovers and endless mistakes
i know quite a lot about.