You
Thought
To
Remove
Yourself
Like
A forest
And leave
Me
With a heart
Like
A lung
And
It is not
At all
Like
A fleet of
Angels
With
Bloodhounds
One would not
Wake up
One
Morning
With
Powerful
Vision
For instance
On
A scorched
Earth
Unable
To cry
I listen
To men
Tell the
World
And look
For your
Good
Bones
Burning
In lactic
Acid
When I am
Out
With all
The ways
To hurt
I know it
Now
That every song
Is not
The best
Or even
Any
Kind of
Message
You might
Have
Sent me
In the grass
An
Unfavorable
Memory
My life
Will
End
In
Just
A sec
You
Could
Mourn
My
Body
The things
It was
Known
For
My pain
Is
An
Enormous
Boulder
Sitting
Pointlessly
On
The beach
Someone
Has
Been careless
With my
Artichoke
Heart
Laura Theobald is the author of the poetry books Kokomo (Disorder Press), What My Hair Says About You (Metatron Press), and, most recently, Salad Days (Maudlin House), plus several chapbooks. Her Twitter is @lidleida. More info at lauratheobald.tumblr.com