Aawok

too often

pull just behind my teeth

tip of tongue

trips

in a dialect of want

on the day i

read your message

called out

in meaninglessness of letters

if hell, if ink, if last poems

are just grafitti

tagged on cinder

blocks

until i was sure

i'd never feel the surface

i swam that sea

same in the deep currents

i will never call you selflish

i will never call

you

left

your name

behind