Oh where did you go,
My love
When you passed right through my fingers?

And did it hurt
When you fell from heaven?

...

My fifteen minutes of fame was cut in half
But I'm lucky it wasn't my brain,
Just hanging on by a silver hair.

I'll fall apart to the way you stained the sunshine,
With little token glimpses into whirling planets
With alien inhabitants

I'll keep it together with the way you fold in artisanry,
Or that eagle you put in my sky,
Or the kegels you do
To keep me satisfied.

And I'll fall apart to the way you say my name--
To the way
To the way we forgot this ever even happened.