After
Published in
Oct 31, 2020
Condoms unopened
Black cube clock that lost its music
Yellow figurines in bubble wrap
The things you left behind
Sweet dark smell of you
Southwestern china living jagged in splintered heaps against the wall
That day he told you: finish something just once
You never swept the pieces with the turquoise broom into the grey dustpan
I can see you…breaking…
Empty leather suitcases unsure why they’re still here without you
Guard the center of the floor
Waiting
The attic reeks of your departure
I sit amidst the price of your escape
And smile for you.
