His younger brother
only 17 years old
was calling to say goodbye.
be careful; I love you
He says, I love you too.
That was it.
And both were killed
The banality of these details might overwhelm you.
What if it was me?
disappearing into
those towers collapsing with malign majesty
as cleanly as a posted letter
you are clinging to a shred of hope
snatched and anguished assertions of love
There is only love, and then oblivion
Now
we remember
we daydream helplessly
Paying reverent homage
There is only love

i want something real,
something unartificial
i say as i sip hydrogen and oxygen molecules
swirled in undecomposed sugar particles
and the powdery yellow dust that is sitting in a clump
at the bottom of the glass.

do you ever just feel like you can't decide whether to scream and tear all your hair out and stab yourself in the chest or just never say a word for the rest of your life and stare at a wall unmoving

i can't decide whether to rip myself apart or sew myself together so tight i can't breathe.