youcouldhearourflesh rip
apart.
(as though it had ever beentogether
as though we were ever
more
than car crashes
than house fires.
I held onto your address, you know
when you held on to my hand;
when you held up the traffic;
when you left
me
and drank
Copenhagen
through a paper straw.
The whetted splendour of it all:
I wonder if the drowned ever
noticed
how the sun kisses The Sea?
down
we
sank.
Did your feet touch the bottom or
did you swim
to the sound of -
to the sound of br ea k ing vi oli n s ?
I snapped each string
like I was pulling teeth.
Your address folded into
waves,
your house burned to
dust,
the kind god keepssafe -
“one last
keep sake”
in his pockets.
If I tightened my hands,
doyouthinkicouldchokeonthis
cable?
Wouldthatstop time or
your voice or
my voice; the voicemails;
the answer machine that
no one ever
answered?
My blueeyed boy was born in goodbyes
he sleeps in seas
irrevocable:
and The Tide washes him home to me
every day.)
it sounded like fingers
tangled in phone wire
and br ok e nv io l in s.
