1. I write most of my poems
on the shower door.
I write most of my poems
through the fog
through the smoke
and it fades before it becomes anything
more than a reflection of my heart.

2. When I smile
you can see one of my teeth
sitting awkwardly in front of all the rest.
This is from that time when
life knocked me out of my bones and the
ambulance couldn’t make it in time.
There are nights when I can still hear the sirens.
When my dreams play the soundtrack
of bones breaking back into place.

3. All the best things end
before we are ready for them to.
If you place my heart under a microscope
you’ll see that it has been broken
less by other people’s hearts and more by
airport lounges, autumn leaves,
the shift in the alignment of stars.