by Erin Haworth
Things Better Left Forgotten
Love left when you dared
to breach your heart for
any walking paycheck.
Touch turned, biting, hoping
for a body broken by
time, your crevices show
fragility striped bare
against the static.
“Regret must
run in your family”
Geyser of the Heart
broken brakes breed
broken bones when
mountain roads oscillate
between pine and
sky with little
care for us.
me myself and
I converge on
the scittering wreck
of bodies who
dared meddle with
asphalt and steel.
red, the cotton
of my palm
pressures back the
geyser of her
heart reaching out
towards the inevitable.
Observe this moment
- how it convulses -