i can tell you this

i can tell you this:

unraveled, unraveled,

after time outside time,

i see our wispy crossings of those divides

between what would be and what would be,

and they were tiny roots, tiny buds.

ago were grass and clean air

and not polished mahogany and

ago were bus rides and bicycles

and uncomplicated things

and we chose the possibility of sun

over peonies.

over, over, over, years

we crossed and crossed and crossed, sped and

we crossed together.

and then hot fluid rained down inside and around me

and i was alone again and separate

and lost and robed in ugly,

in brown nothingness nullity brown and chewing ashes i fell

and i fell down in a rumple at your feet.

your beautiful feet.