‘the air above our heads is cursed,’
i thought i heard you say,
‘it enters through our breath and through our lungs
and through our veins.'
when you walk away,
you step on the cracks.
disappear for ten days
and safely come back.
i drive to our place,
i look for the signs:
the arrangement of things
that you leave behind.
‘there is something sacred in your eyes,’
i said that night.
did you think you were clever
when you drank the morning white?
when you walked away,
you slipped through the cracks.
who’s left to tell you to come back?
i drove to our place.
i looked for the signs:
the arrangement of things
that you left behind.
and we walk and talk for hours.
and we walk and talk for hours.
and we walk and talk for hours.
then say that’s all we really need.
that’s all we really have to offer.