I can erase a sentence in pencil
I can off sand from the pages
I can throw away the dead flowers
and wash the dirty sheets.
I can delete a mistake in a message
or pick up the underwear from the floor
clean up the mess in my bedroom
but not the mess in my head.
I can sweep up the broken glass
and bandage my burnt hand
I can throw away the evidence
and take out the trash again.
I can run to the cold blue mountain
leave tears by the river in prayer
write all of the boys who love me
I can even write you, too.
I can drink until my brain is wet
and cry to call upon Sleep
I can burn the cigar until it’s all gone
but how do I get rid of you?
I can’t delete the mistake I made.
I can’t erase your words.
I can’t blow you out of my dreams like dust
or throw you out like trash.
You are not as joyful as the blue mountain
Or beautiful like dead flowers
You have brought more pain
than the flames to my hand
So I will erase you,