post-party letdown

i keep finding pieces of myself

and since i have no place to put them

i throw them in the trash.

gravity fields

drop a coin and watch it spiral down

the exhibit outside the theater

showing science and collecting charity offerings

via an inverted cone.

the event horizon

even light is too slow and powerless to escape

why should i be any different?

at the center the singularity

viewers see me coming to a standstill

but i am crushed to bits and pulled apart

by forces i don't understand.

metered

i have a reputation to keep up

to maintain

feelings to contain

bottle up

against the tide of honesty

threatening to breach levees

previously certified

by a core of engineers

jasmine

the picture

it hurts to look

because even if i could go back

it would never be the same

hot sun

wood under my back

sleeping free and clear

somewhere

in my brain i really think

that if i asked him to choose between them and me

he'd choose them.

inside my brain

surrounded by penguins

i'm crying.