in the 15 seconds before i fall asleep

and im in love with that gap, thank you very much.

a freelance phantom to be pinned up

hold that lingering, while i carve a poem out of these fragments, which i dare not dust for fear that everything will disappear

pet the skeletons from your closet

i kill you only to revive you, the way i like, the way i remember

as night's cold song plays, i shadow substitutes in a dusty corridor

when it's over, you just know so i

take your gritty picture off the wall,
only to put it up again in a thousand different places

and try to make sense of this beaten up poem which doesn't rhyme at all

after which, i carefully search for the missing fullstop/s