You haunted me for months,
a ghost gluing teeth, between
milestones, midnights, madness.
I longed to delete the voice you
kept my signs of crumbling, an
admission into miracles to force
your rediscovery, creeping through
grey matter. My doors closed to you.

Our Saturday sun came without
warning. Weathered keys appeared,
limp and lost between your fingertips
and rusted, from sweat? tears? Youre
still running, a phantom atop my
tongue, wedging obituaries within
every cavity.

03/31/2004

Posted on 04/01/2004
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