i see you, limp
on the ground
in every room of this house
and sometimes on sidewalks
and in darkly lit places.i’ve been sleeping with the lights
on lately, but
they don’t protect me
from the darkness
that’s entered my mindthey leave,
constantly illuminated,
the inescapable end
i discovered in your eyes
as they rolled back
into your head
on the hardwood floors
where we used to build
empires.
you’re close enough to me
that i can see your eyes,
but they are
somewhere far away
from here. and so we sit
on the couch in silence,
me reading my book, you
staring into space and repeating
the same five lines from a song
i don’t know.
i really do feel like you’re on some
other side, you know.
mom’s crying on the kitchen floor,
stabbing holes into
cellophane because
at least when grandma died,
her body didn’t haunt us anymore.
slip dreams into my drink tonight
so i may write you poetry
from the skies within my mind.
knock down the dams and let the water flow
from the nerves in my brain,
through my veins,
out my hands, onto this page.
twist your fingers between mine
and pull me back down when i get too high.
Silenticel 