exclusions: messages from ghosts

i had measured us
in gallons of sea water,
in epsom salt,

in tears.

every sunset
viewed from a rear-view mirror.

how many times
i would leave the house
so my family
would not see me sob.

how i would focus on loathing you
to keep myself from loving you again.

there is not enough of us
to measure anymore.

we are smiley faces
on foggy windows.

shadows in hiroshima.

you bring out the worst in me.
you were a lying whore.