Overdrawn

 

I’m amazed he wakes each day

Stirring, trouble and experience

                an innocence, woolly and wide

                                                  Open and all

                                                  and

                                                  I know

I had no part in his making
And that he doesn’t like me when I’m vile


I just try not to be Stephen King’s It, prancing
I just try not to love him with pink sponge that

makes me think of him

g-o-n-e


I wrap burning arteries around

him, my only ones

Silence my eyes in the mirror

he holds
 

Gently destroyed and

gently loved

Artist's response: Lucien Bloom Kantounas-Burgess