mas piezas

and they got tired of your shit
long before the rest of us did.

you burned through them
like my eyes through you;

there's blood on the floor,
shame in your hair;
turn it around;
what will you do?

when dancing turns to singing, blood turns to love

they put an alien in my brain.
they made me think that I wasn't okay.

attention deficit

every
motion, action,
word, and flexion
screams
"please, oh
please be proud of me."