my write hand
Pittsburgh in September
- September 18 -
i forgave you once
in a small space
in a lean moment
that is very far from the boy
you exist as
for me
distance had
numbed points
muffled memories
and you were shapeless
i
couldn’t contain you then.
we exist in waves
slight salutes and large swells
in the last rush
you were sitting, caged
on the sofa
resolving if your love for me was
if you loved me
enough
after a year
in another
after little waves
and a nice dinner
you were sitting, in love
someone else.
(red hair)
i’m in love.
i crashed with it
over and over
on my apartment floor
before i was whiskey-driven
and you never feigned an answer
over and over
there are none
over and over
there are none
so we meet here
in small spaces
far between us
in lean moments
where i am warm
then i leave you free
where i am
and i am free
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