You cut yourself out of cereal boxes, press against guitar strings
that rip your fingertips open - exposed, you choke
on E minors, you cough up plectrums
and words that sound like 'sorry'.
I do not know you well, but I do know you are kind
and inside something pulls on wire, there is something soft
trapped in cogs, new bedsheets or maybe
it's your heart. I bet he said he didn't mean to
make your eyelashes clump together
and your skin feel like a tambourine. Clay is --
a substance that gets harder under intense heat,
this is not an example of chemical weather, just kiln hands
and a girl with silt burnt into h