Poem 11: Plasma

My loneliness

Lives deep

In my bones

And adheres to

My marrow.

It multiplies

In my platelets,

Making my blood

Too thin to clot.

It’s the tip of an envelope

That’s just too sharp

To the touch

And slices to my skeleton

As I try to

Seal my love letter

To you

With a kiss.

I touch my mouth,

Wishing you were there,

But you built

A barricade

Around your heart,

So tall and thick

That I’ll walk for

M i l e s

And never find

A welcoming and open gate.

I’ll keep tapping at

Your iron-clad dam

With my toothpick,

In hopes a crack

Will surface.

Like a cavity,

I’ll make you ache

To make my bones stop creaking.