worth
a poem
Published in
Jun 6, 2021
you tell me I have Worth
after you spent years
ripping out the roots
I open the inherited trinket
and find Emptiness inside
you tell me to find him
my oracle in a Mercedes
hunger in his eyes
my decorum the plate
I will find worth in his appetite.
these are the letters
I carry in my chest
despite the paper cuts
I kept them pristine
your love was a lesson
in misogynistic sacrifice
I gave and I gave
just like you
only to find
I come from a lineage
of failed experiments.
now
I find you in the graveyard
my resolve a strengthened shovel
bury the worth of your words
where it, too, will desiccate
run my palms along your dirt
shed my tears for the love
you squandered.
