undoing

     

i shy away from the thought
that approached
                like a clumsy ghost
on a quiet night

impossible to ignore

and as the hawk tumbled
to the ground
           robin redbreast
trembling in his
dark grasp

i remembered how things really were
unsure


as if in a dream i
continue

and it is almost impossible to tell at this point, but we had all the time in the world

you were listening, then
      unaware, uncertain, but wholly committed

what is it i am looking for in your pages?

      you [refuse]
           an answer
myself


every time i close my eyes
something changes


and maybe it’s a lie
the way you turn
to me

carnival prizes
vices
           and your good intentions

until even i
believe
                               something
is better than nothing

as if it mattered


for this the world
will not stop
turning

though her orbit may
readjust
to fit

our blank
           [spot]

the night
lacks oxygen

but
i am still here
      breathing