when

i don't even think about that charred skeleton of a home anymore 
where the heart drained 

i don't even live there 

or so i tell myself 

where polaris went supernova 
where i died or lived 

i can never be sure 

where we turned with the world 
like pupils rolling back into our own skulls 

making love to the idea 
of being human 

and making love 

obsolete