i don't love you

,

love,

you write too much

  and so i thought
  our poetics were nothing

more than shards of glass
a feature of our tongues

  jagged
             kiss
               jagged


,

love,   

i would often find

  in my poetry, dragonflies
  and your fading photograph

yet here it is
this is your name

  duct
  taped    to the back of my head


,

love,

   i removed it
  yesterday        a piece of my scalp
                        came with it