Ignore What’s Missing
The holes that came with your clothes
Paying to self-diagnose
I want to fix things in good repair
Ignore what’s missing, focus on what’s not there
Let yourself be weak
Prayers half-pronounced, falling asleep
Let it scab. Regrow some skin you never had
You’re numb and calloused, but you can feel it pressing
Left you there a couple days
Watched you pass the time but never change
I grew on you like vines on stone
I fall at your feet, it’s seasonal