the lacking
he says he's had to rebuild all of this, and gestures
baroquely towards the claw-foot dining table, crab
meat from all the christmas eve's of my childhood, he admits
that he limped out of our life of his own volition - finally
imagine waking to find he's left his body empty, he slinks
where he used to stride, his teeth and hair and hands
are not his own (too shiny, too dark, too thin) i conceive
those two coital accidents that he tries to wish away
he says he'll be in sausalito, father's day is a scratch,
across the golden gate bridge, crisp baby greens, dried
cranberries and sugared walnuts, the perfect salad cannot
make you less irreverant, less blurred at the edges
he says he's had to rebuild all of this, and gestures
baroquely towards the claw-foot dining table, crab
meat from all the christmas eve's of my childhood, he admits
that he limped out of our life of his own volition - finally
imagine waking to find he's left his body empty, he slinks
where he used to stride, his teeth and hair and hands
are not his own (too shiny, too dark, too thin) i conceive
those two coital accidents that he tries to wish away
he says he'll be in sausalito, father's day is a scratch,
across the golden gate bridge, crisp baby greens, dried
cranberries and sugared walnuts, the perfect salad cannot
make you less irreverant, less blurred at the edges