CALL ME BELOVED

Romanticize cardboard. Moving yourself in
between domiciles, bruises down your arms –
how many angles you can study a traffic light –

Romanticize emptiness. The real deal; it feels
like clinical shock, catatonic on the carpet and
you’re supposed to care about curtains? But yes,

romanticize screaming fits. Exploring the limits of
where losing it can take you – urgent care lobbies,
ECG rhythm strips prove broken hearts can still beat