I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...

There are only
so many pieces...

There was only heaven and the sea,
and a brief wind among the stars...

I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...

If I could,
I would surgically remove you...

Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...

I
am half-built...

Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

I thought
for a second...

A hush is caught
at the unfurled vividness...