bouncing banjo trampoline

I'm a bouncing banjo trampoline style poet, you didn't know it but thoughts bounce out of my soul like intercontinental cartwheels. My heart's been healing. It was the first time my heart broke a sweat like a runway. I've been staring at the sky since my love took off. Would you be my friend? Would you push me in the porch swing? Punch me in the stomach just once? I need to reset my bones. Calibrate my karma. Swingset my ribcage so the next time someone pushes me away I can swing right back with my marble spine. Before you become my friend, I need you to picnic in my rubble, roadtrip with everything I left in the dust. You left me to rust. I know you never meant to throw me in the fire lover. I know we never meant to hurt each other but the tears have been dripping from my eyes like a faucet, falling like a metronome- I know there is better music. I've been planted like a tree in the dead of winter, naked & lonely- branches for bones. The doctor told me I feel too much, I said, so does God- that's why you can see the grand canyon from the moon. I'll tell you, these poems are my birthmarks & I came this close to getting them removed. What's it like to feel wicked & blue? I've been dying to grow new leaves, all mine left me like they were falling in love with the ground, they left me without a sounds. Have you ever thought about God's ears and what he hears when there is silence? I wonder what you feel when your mother says you name dripping off her lips, pulling at your cheeks, I can't remember my mothers voice. I have no choice. The road has been long & windy and I am but one crooked tree. My roots have found me, caught up to ground me. I wonder how long I would've let myself feel alone? Slipping one night stands around my waist like wedding bands. In the morning they would never fit but slip right off. Like a shooting star falling away from a constellation. That's how Orion lost his belt. Do you remember? Do you remember when we fell asleep on the beach awash in an abyss of symmetry? All that's left. All that's left is the scent on the pillowcase you gave me. I once swore if you put that scent in a well all the wishes in the world would come true. Now my pillow is naked & cold and I am in need of a new pillowcase.