We cope in the
strangest ways.

I immediately go
to that dark room
curtains pulled

with your soft skin
hovering over me.
Your breath
your fingertips
sailing effortlessly
yet intently
over the plains of my body.

We created heat
just being on the same planet.
The cosmic force was
undeniable and intense.

I have loved you and I have
craved you and I have
hated you.
But I always go back to that room.

You left at dawn
in tears.
Your life was waiting
in different rooms.

I wonder if in the stillness
of a sleepless night
you ever go back there
to that room
and that heat
and those minutes that flew by
like dust
in a windstorm.

a grub in this
lot of weeds and dead leaves
that's you

you rise to the highest point
of the dead things
and proclaim yourself queen

you scream and shake
and over-caffeinate
and secretly wish you could do anything

as well as me

hope hope
wait wait
try again

think about what I
want out of
life

it's one thing one day
and something different the next

committing with eyes closed
has always worked best
don't think too much
just do

then we'll dig out
or revel in the soil