1. Bones have been evicted, their
evitable pilgrimage a crude joke:
they are not crutches or braces or
band aids; when all is said and done,
you will remain, incapably, you. Most often
the mountains are silent, but on the cold four
in the mornings when I am fighting
with my breath for ballast, I swear
I can hear them laughing.
2. I still think about you every day.
You are the quiet mouth my eyes can't
keep themselves off of. I wonder how full your
sink is and the secrets even the dishes
won't tell. Do bees hibernate?
Can love?
3. Sometimes you rub my back and
I wanted to let you know you make me feel
sexier and more loved in that simple act
than really anything right now. You are
mother and mischief and I want to take
that blonde head to places we can't take
back, throw pretty words at you and
watch them stick.
4. You like me in all the wrong rooms.
I take tantrums the way you take cigarettes:
promises to quit; nothing to fill the holes with.
Relapse. I am static, I am all snow.
Don't ask the person who loves you
why they love you. You will never, ever
get the answer you want to hear.