Deconstructing a Broken Heart Featuring Masoom Parmar

I have to scrape you out 

Verdigris inside my ribs 

Wipe my hips clean off the memory of you 

Unclench my stomach 

From this permanent knot it has kept 

In my throat 

In my skin 

A reminder that there are things to be remembered 

Love, soft as clouds 

Now the taste of metal in my mouth 

My spine once spread open like an answer 

Now curves into a question mark on this lonely bed 

Who’d have thought forgetting 

Would be so physical an effort.