To the one who begged for no extra company and carved a kitchen chair for me anyway:
I took a seat at your overturned desk, legs snapped and trembling.
Licked his fingers when you stomped the dishes again to sand.
Cried in closets for 3 days earlier than you requested the place I’d gone.
He held me like he was carrying payments from the mailbox to the trash,
love him prefer it’d make my mom sing once more,
flip my father’s voice to nothing however apologies.
You I might watch fall in a nicely and (for a second) stand nonetheless. Dream.
However the neighbors know your shout. Make curfews of it like streetlights.
Our man tunes his coronary heart to this pitch then thinks he serenades me—
I do know that one. My mom’s final tune.
They’ll say I ran out shoeless, sand nonetheless in my hair.
Some individuals can’t love with the knives put away.
Now I do know there are worse lives than the lonely.
I open my arms: reward, a planet.
In all places I lay, my marriage ceremony mattress.