(no subject)

[he_eats_faces]

we could shape the words however we wanted
-we were young and running off heart to mouth-
but for all intents & purposes it was goodbye.

it's a mixed bag of depressing
to think of throwing away entire lives
in boxes and bits
of broken down furniture.

not to confuse purpose with possessions -
it's just that
memories have a way of soaking through skin,
animate and inanimate alike.
we're all four walls with stories to tell.

this is the sorrow and separation
the last sleepless night
in an empty
apartment

we now conclude our broadcast lives.