While her plane taxied,
I had already entered a sort
of personal sarcaphogus,
built to contain the click
click click of this radiation -
errant atoms in caustic traces
throughout the salted air.
It's a mechanism, keeping
me sane in the face of
this sorrow of her exit -
I walk in dazes, and joy
falls away in strips
like bark from a sickly tree.
So I count the minutes of the days...
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
While her plane taxied,
I had already entered a sort
of personal sarcaphogus,
built to contain the click
click click of this radiation -
errant atoms in caustic traces
throughout the salted air.
It's a mechanism, keeping
me sane in the face of
this sorrow of her exit -
I walk in dazes, and joy
falls away in strips
like bark from a sickly tree.
So I count the minutes of the days...
