1120

“if I’m right about who you are
will you stay the night
or unravel like a spool
of yarn down the stairs?”

“I tell you I’m misread
and wipe the dried
blood from my raw knuckles”

was it something you chose?
was it something you thought
would be this clear?
do you ask yourself
questions in the moving van?

“it’s easier when there’s two
we don’t plan
just look at the other
until something
bubbles up”

“you call and ask if I’m homesick
and I bury the phone
in the backyard
and only uncover it
after you leave town”

were we supposed to get along?
were you worried
when my face wasn’t
pinned to the cardboard moon
rising slowly outside
your window?

“remember when you got so mad
said my ego was bigger
than our love
that it was worse than the
entirety of our history
some grey monster with yellow
eyes dragging us to the floor?
I do”

are you concerned
love has expired
on the bottom shelf
beside the cans I never
touched or the broom
still choking with dust?

I still love you
even though your face
seems to only ask
what am I doing here