Lovely, You Remain
Grey skies have forced you out.
(Chk chk chk on dirty window panes,
chk chk chk on cracked pavement,
chk chk chk on the rotting rooftop.)
Here, between a breath and a whisper,
there is only room for me
and the worms.
Spine melds with dirty tile;
How would I disinfect this cold?
Grey, grey, grey, as if bleach
can sanitize this cold.
As if a solution can neutralize this reaction,
and the monsters in the cupboard.
You speak of lines
and I speak of patterns;
Weak defenses against all this madness,
checkers warping
as the words drip from your face
and chaos shakes down the door.
Lovely, you remain.
(Chk chk chk on your heavy eyelids,
chk chk chk on those blue lips,
chk chk chk on your hollow ribcage.)
Here, between an intent and a motion,
there is only room for an end.
Love, and your remains.
