i told you so or format all drives & keep your fingers & feelings to yourself

how to mend
this flesh and bone,
i don't know.

you take things apart
to see what's inside,
end up missing
parts.

you cry your face through
the loose mask,
the leakage reminds
of gauze;
of hospice.
trembling mimetics,
trembling all 22.

deep crack down the middle
up swept brow
unsettling loss of
control
shit,
a genuine
 human falling apart.
terminal.