you’ve taken a bite, a bite-sized bite out of
the wind in my sails
the smattering of dust along the windowsill

a piece of the place where my liver used to be
pieces of Pi, 3.14 pieces to be lying
let me know when you’re able to come back for me

I may or may not still be
sitting still on the sill
how dare you tell me all the beautiful wondering things

I really can’t smell you anymore
I can’t stand it, I can only sit in it
and there you are, jumping jacks around my peace