i don't know
gleaming like an apology
what i want
your scraped pomegranate summerteeth
these winter days, i used to
a pointillist sunset,
wish i could inhale
don't tell me that muscle
the wide wide world
is made whole by breaking,
just to breath it out
back bent toward abstention
into your mouth, once,
none so present as yours
i never really knew
(and cracked holy monuments,
strength
vines their unlaced exoskeletons)
just that i wanted to be strong
atlas was no gardener
for a nebulous reason i cannot
to hold up is not to tend.
remember
where could it be written
i'm leaving for
why would anyone say, why would
a very long time,
a poet teach the heart survives by breaking?
but you have to go
that in black ink my love may still shine bright
away
to come back