#earlyworks

she searched everywhere

in the space

between the bedclothes

and the morning light,

between last night's stubs

and the coffee beans,

between half remembered dreams

and the closet,

by the time she dressed,

she'd forgotten

what their connection

looked like

our legs are conversing

tapping out morse

down the cobbled history

of one last attempt

at together

my fingers twitch

in the sleeve of air

where our ghost hands

once clasped

the reverie

of untarnished metal

a little star

seesawed an arc

to delineate

where two contours

were a merging

pointillism

loneliness measured

in an arms breadth

of walking

in the exact

same direction

we're a little heavier now

unrefined sugar

and wholewheat flour

you know, homely

takes more than a little

baking soda

to make us bounce

and that's ok

like marathon runners

we pace ourselves

avoid excessive expenditures

of energy

quality over quantity

that's our new mantra

eight good minutes

is nothing to be sneered at

it makes for good economics

don't even need to shower

just a dab and a spray

acceptance is the key

to romantic longevity

i.

the blue sky

shatters like a million

grains of rice

that should never

have been thrown

ii.

my eyes are dry

and the thought

of ice cream

sickens the empty

parking lot

at my centre-

too acerbic

for long term permits

iii.

i keep a safe distance

from kitchen utensils

like a baby

drawn to shiny destruction

iv.

i want to learn

how quickly

the blood abandons

its home-

like you

v.

i'm unschooled

in this ritual of alone