Will you drive to Maine, will you see the snow stick on the windshield?
Will there ever be peace, will you feel calm?
Will you taste the salt from fish, sharp bread crust, the yellow sunset, her eyes.

Clutching your ribs will you fall, shattered mirrors, sea glass.
Pulling at skin and blood and flesh, pull harder. PULL HARDER.
Pull away the coffee stains and bones and tear-less nights
Pull it all away
Pull until soul remains.