The last 3 letters of the spring

Don’t wanna talk to a specialist.

Got you some books
because I don't fuck people who never read 
I said
smart people are hot
also 
commitment 

Had I burnt the bridge with myself on it? Leaving behind my right shin imprinted on your right shoulder, kiss the traces of hope I’ve been stepping on, stark naked, what's given would have stayed
what’s taken would have never lingered - still afraid 
of heights, grounding really, looking down, can’t see a thing 
You get some perspective, he said. Indeed. What the heck do I know about skyscrapers? 
I am a small-town girl; I dream little, or nothing at all
As a kid
would draw sun rays on my wallpaper
They covered them with an old-ass pungent wardrobe

Chain yourself to a stone, or perhaps, a tree, yes, a tree with yellow
dark-orange-heart-shaped marks of 
withdrawal

They say it hits you harder than lightning, another fancy word for enlightenment
1 in a million kind of thing
hiding inside an apartment like an attic “j” (spelled as “i”) woke-ghost
It’s life or death with a forest mosquito 
failing miserably, I promise it’s gonna work!
How do I know when it’s really over? 
‘cause it’s never when you do the leaving

What if it’s still buzzing deep in my ear, murmuring sound -
displaying affection in public, they all wanna be us, do I even…
Harder next time, you know I am asking for it
Lovey-dovey for freaks!
Don’t forget your keys, you weirdo.

You fix toys, not love.