All that these hands
would give away for your sake. this body
was already all so brittle anyway
it does not matter how dry you’d leave it.
God if he’s here now
then no matter how many times I’d break myself
wouldn’t I at least have a little bit more to begin with
God if he’s here now I’d be
kinder to myself. I promise
When this is over what would be
left of me
if not just bits and pieces of him.
God when he go
can I go with him?