I’ve heard all the words
and the sides of my face
will no longer
turn up to the show
you’re putting on.
Because I am an empty pail,
slosh your waste around and
empty me out again.
You don’t fill any gaps,
you just create them
late at night
when the moon shines
and my mind and your glittering smile
keep me awake.
Your love is gone and I
can’t get him back.
All I can do is
cling to the walls and hope
they don’t slide too.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 