i'm just like my father

i hear a sound coming from my throat that i can't write

the wind was knocking at my door, my window, my pain.
i'm tired but all I can think of is birthdays
i hear an echo through the phone
deep in my ears
delusion
a whisper that I can barely hear
passion and heat

.....

It’s like a sink hole
Everything's going along then
Boom
You’re falling
You hit the bottom again and you have to find your way out of that
***** muck
Don’t look at me
I’m filthy
***** muck
I’ll reach up as far as I can until
It hurts

there are only two things that make your woman content
can you count?
apparently
not

cusped in hands as i sit alone without the paranoia of you and yours



alone


.....