Sometimes I can't find my grasp
on the edges of words (like the steps of
Our descent down railings in the rain
would always end in tears, our porcelain
lying smashed on the shining pavements.
To dissect every one of your instagram captions
is to pour petrol, sick and syrupy
over my blistering skin, raw and exposed;
You make me feel
like an alien creature, flung far
from his environment;
When the lock screen ignites
with your name I am
on the lunar plains for one sparkling
fraction of a second; in your sparse affections
I have my home.