ten ten

she speaks to me like family.
saying things she's come to know about me.
things i already know.
such as, "you are as wild as the wind."

i tell the gravedigger that my heart...and my body...belong to thieves

i am my actions.
but moreso than anything, i am words.

and they'll never be able to speak my poetry.

but she and i...we need each other like antiques need the past