I.
find happiness in small things (he said); in a beautiful sunset
in the heartwrenching blue of summer
in short-sightedness, in selective amnesia
II.
we are below the greatest screen of deceit
(in space there is no sky)
under, the plants do not get watered
a house sitting still without you in it
(almost waiting)
this brute that refuses to forget
attempting to resurrect you with magical thinking
(today, i cooked your favorite)
(today, i took your book with me)
come night and i will chain myself again
while the flowers rot in the vase
III.
the sky is not infinite, from this grave
sunrise does not wash away any of these sins
nor do i need to witness one more instance of it
(if i can help it)
i do, after all, still keep your knife