what Bruises build

when I said to you that you are too sticky,
too blu-tack
pancake stack
syrupy
today

I meant that I've been there
and I have empathy
but that
I am not your remedy

though I recognize you need One.

So i tear apart hot
waffle pieces
with burning fingers
singed

to show you that you're
something better
than a des per ate
syringe

and that

there may just be
something
better
in a phone call,
or another place,
white walls
or a fireplace,

that hope
can arise
from these
pry-bar words,
though they
sear
and scar
and scald
and burn
     
you Must
      Arise
      or
         fall
cry
or
        crawl

crumble
or began to flap your wings