Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Grave Opener

With one hand
          on a black garbage bag
                   full of dead rats

I used my other hand
          to brush my fingers
                   through your shadow’s hair.

We exchanged
nightmarish pleasantries
in that hollow

June horror;

I knew I needed
you then

the you
in the dreams –

the you
that left

the small shards of glass
in my lungs 

last night
when we slept together

and awoke

apart in black sand.