Suzy Devere

I could go on and on

about
the way the tears come
the clocks stop
the birds fall
the oceans split

the dogs stare as
my face warps
my heart leaks
my voice leaves

each day i think
of how i loved you
and how you are
now gone.

i could go on and on--

although those after you
imagine i am
without a heart
that could ever feel these things--

but i won't

because

i fall into my own steel heart

its edges
slit my wrists

and to bleed will be
my last regret.

regret is not worth the paper / your address is / written on.

huddle tight / wind for sound / i touch my own chest / and burn the map / to your place.

The irregular do not always find themselves ugly.

I, for one, find myself and my grotesque nature and form
of great comfort.

You may not understand this, but I do not want to be taken up by the regular
body or mind.

Doctors cannot wrap their heads around the fact that I do not… Continue

not the simple girl your mum wants you to marry / not a friend to
every lonely bird / not the breath of fresh air in your stale room / not
the one contented to walk ten steps behind you

i am an oil fire / you will / never put out