dig a bit

I pull my face apart -

a ritual of undoing,

it is a wednesday after all.

it is just that I cannot shake this feeling

that there is someone else

in here

with me

waiting.

I feel her in my legs at night

she tendon-tugs at 2am

“I am still unfound, you bastard, I will choke on your dead skin if you are not careful,”

I am not careful -

she knows this.

and so I wake,

mourning someone I have not yet lost.

try to catch her in a line,

prove my potential in a fit -

at least I did anything.