i
am not
a poem worthy
sort

i
am
a silk screened image
of
a car wreck

the
after photo
for
depression

i am
the guy
you don’t love
just yet

willing
to write poetry
on your skin
with
my tongue

use my teeth
for
calligraphy
tattoo
promises of forever
in
pooled blood
just
beneath
the surface
of
your
alabaster skin

but
i am not
poem worthy

you
are
the work of art

i
am just
a piece of work