My kneecaps are separated from my knees and
some days it feels like I could pick them up
and throw them away.
I wonder what it’s like
to remove a part of yourself.
In our dreams do we still have tonsils?
When our stomach feels empty,
is it really just the absence of our appendix?
The closest I’ve ever come to missing
a part of me,
was missing you.
Some days, I wake up and remember that my dreams
lie when they say you still love me.