We were both the call
and no answer floes
into each other a chill
a wait car-length breaths
you flocked to everyone else or
was I withdrawn in my
flightpath I did suffer
spades desertion widow-
flowers wilt even spring
retreats who am I a dim
prophesy a nurse my brow
bruises I should hold on
a train lunch not a missed
dinner but a fast not
a flat tire but vistas
not glass broken but shoals
eddies cut diamonds not
half-empty nor prodigal nor
a cruel take on jinxed lovers
ships passing your phone
is busy I can’t hear
the gull takes off both for-
ever and lands a shine
my fish bone panic don’t
pierce the minute sac
of my arms the warm map
latched comforting bed
would that I were one
song love in an urn
praises almonds prairies
holding the world’s bright
I have begun to know
myself joined and worn
out with waiting slopes
of morning sun lands on
my limbs and my breath
dark honey my heart
can I enter black buds
are you sure yes I am
a lotus tendril joins
and undoes bracelets beads
you string around my throat
tunes sung both ways
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