September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

I’d like to sit in the big chair
but everybody’s leaving.
No one left to lord it over,
at this rate.

I’d like to fade to gray-
be a tiny gray bump on a granite face.
No one would spot me in the crowd,

These loves are, in fact, not like death at all.

Someone gave the china cupboard a good shake.
No matter how wide I stretch my arms,
I can’t catch all the falling crystal.
One at a time, the pop and crash releases shards so fine
they make a mist.

My eyes water.


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