Pushed up to that caring stagethe dialog the monologue going silentwhile every breath in…
The faces you make
In letting go of the palm of your hand
Gathered into the watching
Grounded like the little statuesused to convince the birdsthat this place belongs to someonethe minutes leave…
Shallow cheeks drawn in the gasp atrunning into somethingsolid
Vulnerabilities, loss to the sidethe general matrix of your memoryconfusingas you keep walking throughclosed doors
It’s true that not all preybecomes food for the hunter
This comes togetherto form that/at a distancewell-changed moleculesmuscled into the next drinkforgettingthe moment that…
You were gracious enoughnot to tell mewhat you’d wrapped up