it's at this time
my thoughts find you
inevitable as water that runs
through cracks, leaking and
filling and eventually,
drowning

they find you where I no longer can
they find you in happier places,
doing normal things like
taxes or sleeping in
on sundays

I cant claim to know you now
I'm sure time has shaped you
and you have outgrown
this empty space

after all, what is a goodbye
to someone who has long since
closed the door
on an empty
house

i am anything, and in that
i am nothing

the sun breaks through
another night and I have dreamt of you
now I'm not so sure--

of the shape of your face, your voice
a heartbeat underwater
your body

a frankenstein
stitched loosely with memories
of closeness

when the brain unclenches
its invisible fist
slowly, in defeat

all I have is my imagination
and a better girl
is fixing you now

The sun breaks through
and this time last year
I was in love with you

I have dug
a hole
near the house
where you live

and lifted
the veins; daffodils
surgically
from the soil

they watch
from my window
so tall
and so yellow

endless flesh searches
jumping between beds
pretending the floor is lava
you're rummaging through piles
of bones, fingers
slipped under the mattress
and behind the headboard

hoping to find something
you can't see at the bottom of a shot glass
or the stub of a *** end

His forehead was a fissure caused by an earthquake
and his eyes rolled like eggs in a pickle jar
and below were bags like basketball hoops
and when he cried it was tar
         And his teeth were eggshells in a tomato soup
and his mouth was a mine where canaries went to die
and his tongue rolled up like a terrible salmon
and when he spoke he sighed
         And his neck was a spring with a tennis ball on
and his chest was a coffin with a soft voice inside
and his lungs were spaceships lost at sea
and with every breath came the tide
         And his arms were shotguns with the ends sawed off
and his hands were tables scratched in with a compass
and his fingers were toes that screamed in the dark
and everything he touched turned to glass
         And his legs were pylons standing in water
and his thighs were two balloons rubbing together
and his knees were hot twisted car steel
and he drove with one foot on the wheel

She was an apple with the core cut out.
And like a blackbird, he'd eaten the seeds.