i’m sorry

[torpe]

slowly peeling by the hook attached to my scalp

feeling so unclothed in my white dress

have you no knowledge of mine

my head of lead my body is soot

losing track of my fingers

traded in my prettiest songbird for a kind word

grinning before you make stars in my eyes

i dreamed him kind

with bigger hands

as rain floods my never

i think of your brother’s leisurely cow eyes

a chance lost in misinterpretation

i’d sooner samurai myself

i’m sorry

i’m sorry

i’m sorry