An empty
Promise another
Time I consider
And refuse to beg
You chipped egg
The whites spill down your legs
I'm the rag
Can I ask what
Your plan was
And did it change in
The course
Of your addiction
To unhappiness?
You've tried to patch and paint
Yourself a new
Colour you
Pretend to change
But you're always armed
Firing at close range
Cancellations
Evasion and
That omnipresent lag
You're the cracked egg
The façade
With a sag
Perched on the ragged edge
Where your ice's
Yolky burden melts
Off the precipice
Lee Burke González
Study in Orange, 2014
Collage, digital