Swallow this Uncrossable

[folded_wings]

“Swallow this Uncrossable”

I didn’t call because I knew no one died.
I was the only one. A definition.

crying eyes
silverware but
no one was the bass vibrations made
too dangerous. I felt
my body against the helplessness
dissipating.

I cried guilt into your ribcage the wetness of my own
too loud and feeling demoralized
anyway
at least it wasn’t the weight of a good enough reason to bend
under that yoke again carrying its judgment like
asked for
weeping. Anything else.

I wanted you
to carry it with my cheekbone in silence
except
I’m still swallowing us which makes me cry.

I buried the wood floor and felt. I thought
I heard noise-some unplugged album I deserved
and pleaded why and there I cried. I wouldn’t have.

And again I was. Because love is burdensome.
I laid parallel to your more profound shortcomings. The
version of the story which I know the world
swallowing the space
if I lose you.

I know I will carry enough to cry into the world as
The guilt
I am still
becomes uncrossable

What if there is nothing to say, collarbone?
I knew there was and
pushed you away and you said,
it’s nothing-
recurs in dreams and
swallows this and then some.