Asking Why

Edging over 
my collapsing mind, 
I see the gears turn. 
Scanning for candor 
in a side-profile 
on your way around. 

My body grinds - 
to a halt - gear against gear. 
Like a hangnail 
stuck between your teeth. 
Absolution available by appointment only. 

Eat your feelings 
or they'll eat you. 
As do the cherries 
sinking down the leeward sun. 
Leaving pits in my stomach 
that I grow and foster 
because I’m fucking better.