Letter Two

would you like me if you met me now?

with my hair all coming out

and my gums bleeding on your shirt

when i hug you and i am wincing

would you like me now?

i wonder if i am evil

i’m a shell and i hate soft things now

and i sit staring at the wall for hours

frenetic

shaking the whole complex

i sleep with several people in my room

all of them me

all of them separated

into piece i can handle viewing

i’m out on a limb for you now

as in i’m carefully holding my limbs

positioning them

so i don’t roll across the floor 

and scare the neighbors

with the sound of falling apart

dying small deaths in moments

i can handle grieving