Lose My Number

All that is
is without me

I tell the pink
flowers

frilled petals
opening

like a prayer
for love

in a prayer
for love

which is
annihilation.

I want to die
is not a fun

thirteenth line
let me try

a little harder.
The ditch:

Ketel One
tampon

applicator
copper wire

torn from
a transformer.

This, too
is the world

and glowing.
What is

without me?
No angel

no human
no time

will hold me.
The medic

called it
a condition

of closed
dimensions:

mind
of mind

skin
of skin.

Beneath this
dirt

there is more
dirt

beneath that
dirt

there is a heart.
All this time

I have been
losing—

how strange
to drink

in a dead world
light

from the sun.