you already ate the best parts of me whole

my heart's hollow

i wrote your name on an index card today.
then i ripped it up and ate it.

wind got stuck in my heart,
made its home in my skull,
and every time i go outside
the bird’s cry
like they hate me.

i’ve always liked blue jays.
i think they’re divine –
even when they’re singing
like a broken wind chime.

you never fail to make me feel lonelier
than i did when i was alone.

my heart’s
hollow —
one day the same birds
will pick the flesh from my bones.

the wind freed from my skull —
don’t matter none anyways,
you already ate the best parts of me
whole.

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