Let me stay away
from you and your
body made of photographs
let me remove the wires
you strung me with
remove the tape over my mouth
the pins you stuck in my feet
there are too many rooms
to choose and escape
though mine is pleasant enough
lined with books and music
my bed dirty and folded
I lay around holding Christ
in my broken hands
singing your pretty name
though you have no fault
let me give in to my own
weary traps and vices
let me slaughter my art
into my veins
if I gamble with love
or with patience
understand I do it absently
I take the odds with a
weightless grin
you may find me later
drowned with my clothes on
or asleep in my reverie
you may wake or resurrect
whatever you wish
you may replace my wounds
with roses or wine
but for now
leave the morning as it is
leave the window open
for now let me leave
with something intact.
