in between us
with IOUs and high interest bank loans,
believing that closing the space could close the space
believing in steel and gerder
in rivet in rust in suspension.
Can you tell I’m being poignant?
In the absence, I am trying show a strength we know
I don’t have. But my shoulders
widen a little every day,
stretch to span the space.
one day I can lie
face down in the ocean
and the fingertips of my left hand
may touch the dirt you roused on your morning run and that will be