Worth is the wrong word
The most beautiful thing
in the world is something
I don’t already own.
If I want anything, what
I really want is debt.
Forgive my carrion ways
This time last year
it was this time
again
& I still didn’t have
what I wanted.
*
I think aloneness inside a relationship
can be defined as
sometimes
I was waiting for a text from you
while reading a text from you.
*
Or how sometimes, talking to you
was like getting the dialtone of the spirit.
*
& anyway there isn’t a word
that describes what I feel
when the rain comes down
for the fourth night in a row
& the only shirt I packed
is sheer & we
aren’t sleeping in the same room.
*
Tonight, I want to destroy my body
with the body
being shorthand
for the recorded history
of my mistakes.
biography
LISA CICCARELLO is the author of five chapbooks, most recently & if I die, make me how you are, from The New Megaphone. Her poems have appeared in Handsome, Tin House, Denver Quarterly, PEN Poetry Series, Better Magazine, Poor Claudia & Corduroy Mtn., among others. She is also the poetry editor at draft: The Journal of Process.