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,
however I 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.
