on bukowski,”yellow paint”

by essayan hart

i want you to say something
so i rattle our skeletons
dive into an old skin
go thrashing around

i want you to say something
so i stop calling
you stop calling
and i wrench words onto the page
from our thick silences

i am biting at my ropes
and you are so far ahead of me now
the wear on my teeth
a snowflake
and melting

did you ever read “yellow paint”
by bukowski?
it was about a friend who disappeared
who broke his heart
more than any lover

i would read it to you now
if i thought for a second
that you might take my call