Your Sidewalk

By: Tyree Jackson My heart is cracked in two because of you. You stepped on it countless times with your timberland boots, imprinting your rotten trees in me. The black gum you left on my lips made me submissive to every step you took—on me. The dried up bullshit you left on my neck still smells of the lies you whispered into my ears at night. Old roots grown from my eyes—blinded me from the Lord’s heavenly sight. The ant hill resting upon my stomach scared me of my pride to leave you behind. So in time, I became your turned over trash can; a fucking host of a tainted man. You chiseled positive below my waist and covered me with caution tape. As you silently slipped away from the crime scene and vanished without a trace.