Words I Don't Say Anymore

 the numbers travel through our skin. the quiet violence of apathy.

we chase the distance. exhausting every step.

the truth doesn't know our names. and doesn't care.

the solvency of love is a brutal expectation.

small puzzles scatter their pieces across the whole of our lives.

smothering us in broken images.

the math is so simple that we fail to believe it.

when cracked windows lose their purchase on our shame.