you shouldn’t be in my head as much as you are
but i gave you the key and said you are free
to come and go as you please

the door to my heart is wide open, the breeze
ushers you into my arteries
under my flesh
in my blood
and it smokes when
the love becomes potent
you leave and i keep the door open

that is all me, what i do, my decision-i’m broken
whatever lies inside to choke on,
my heartbroken poetry smoke bombs and sparks
electrical circuits a flash in the dark
im a vegetable garden to piss in and plaster your art

but i still love your frame…
squared to the sun and surrounding my hovering brain.