When I’m Not With You (Cardboard)
I am most myself when I am not with you.
I’m that cereal bowl left out on the table,
milk droplets spilled.
I’m that pair of tweezers
on the counter with
loose eyebrow hairs that are mine.
I’m piles of tears that don’t get wiped away by
I’m too many trips to the freezer where the whiskey is,
while work waits for me on the other side of 8am.
I’m a sorry collection of deleted snaps
and changed instagram captions;
drafted tweets, unpublished:
140 invisible characters of regret and apprehension.
When I am with you I am just cardboard
like a parcel of mail
delivered to your doorstep
that needs a knife
and a little bit of pressure
to cut it open.