Another crossposting

Para ti

never forget this is for me.
a small token of pieces puzzled together
like it is my life currency. But it takes me so long to cobble
that I begin to wonder el porque
Like el porque of fighting solipsism
el porque of plant watering
el porque of putting phones away to listen to your mother for all the stories you missed from your father so you can wander into the spaces of his memories.

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Like a bag of heavy wet sand in the middle of my chest
or soaked cotton balls in too tight a space.

I wanna scream
tightly

hear me

This is how I hurt
gather it, and jab it inward

my heart is piecing and falling
and i want to swallow all my pieces,
want them in my fingers
mold them in a facsimile  of something that is together so I can swallow it whole