when smoke clung to skin like
shine on the pavement
(I couldn't sit around knowing
...
minutes grew into hours and the hope of
you weakened until it was
behind me and
ahead was a blank page
...
once i knew how to feel
all at once without
staining your skin
in the way you'd hunt something
...
I took you on the Backyard Tour
the orange tree ached
for fruit and our footsteps
pressed grass like clay
...
Open Too Late
when smoke clung to skin like
shine on the pavement
(I couldn't sit around knowing
you were doing things like that)
tears reached my neck
and you couldn't find forgiveness
in your coffee
there were mountains between us