apropos

i pushed you too hard.
the wind pushed me
and i let myself leave, fall
from my tree and do whatever.
i guess i learned my lesson.

five a.m. notoriety
clings to my forehead like sweat
and collateral
i would sleep but there
is too much footage to edit
not enough to use.

metal grows hot in my hands.
i'll try to shave away
the pain in my sinus, the flame
in my gut. they say the
cliffs of silence loom large,
facades of peace are advantageous.

and suddenly i'm caught.
i use mirrors like plates.
i eat myself every day.