Ab}scents
Voiceless
I trail spitfire echoes
& breathe out your hell
Beaming with hardly concealed and thus slightly vibrating conviction,
but careful enough to maintain the question marks,
Absence sheds all subtleties
until it reads thicker than an epitaph.
The blinds that splintered our lifeline
to rest in an unwound tightrope museum
Now - once again - serve only to dismount the peepshow dripping from our windows
while I gather fractions of clear light
the way I vacuumed mercury specks from my mom's rug
after I broke our thermometer
Fences.
Fences built never long ago
bribe dark mirrors to disperse
a flock of crows over this lost field.
Fences.
Fences drawn out of contempt
betray deep drives to converse
until one of us yields faith in harvest's wheel.
Fences rust;
distilled in dew
vinyl sweat
& bass brewed mantras
I think the No you gave me lost its wax.
True or not,
something is clenching - not turning- back on me.
I’m finding a way to drown there.
