you say you want a family

your eyes have gone stale.
behind them; an ache
that beats and pulses unsteadily
that slows the healing time substantially.
that speeds up the computer's clock
and puts you at least an hour in front.

do not apply pressure;
it causes pain.
that will, of course, distract me
and my collapsing body
but it will hurt,
and it hurt enough the first time.

your smile is dry. not your eyes. your honesty is too far behind you now.
here is my issue here is my problem here is the verdict:

i must go.
the defining lines will never form.
they will always only exist behind dappled translucence
and crisscrossing blue wires inside
they are the closest thing to what you have become;