Because

Because—I see your face on the cover of every magazine I see your
reflection in the water of every bottle I drink and I’m scared to
laugh when I get in the ocean because I’m scared I’ll cry for you.
Every first year was half as long as your very first vein extending
the sound of your very own heartache fingerprint smashing the ink
spot on and off and on and off and on like the fraction that
fractured my skull and the rapture that wraps you within where were
you when you weren’t you? I can’t even get an hour and a half past
you—baby halves of a half of a wishbone making fun of the spine in
my backpack what’s the matter, can’t you fly? Fall asleep at the
sight of your smile bearing beautiful armies of tears palms up like
the shine of a spoon staring blankly at the chance of you ever
seeing the backsplash of your own eyelash yes, you! The ladder
crumbling underneath my skin my favorite favorite feeling so much
better for me than hope because ho