There is a shadow over my heart now

A tide that once turned round

My ankles like spooling the soul

Now moves me off the sand

Backwards, sick & somber

Impossible-ness is

Happening

The sort that aches & mystifies

Old summer sounds sift thru

The screen like I could run out &

Touch them & all this emptiness would

Gather itself inside a diary

Tucked away, no matter

Oh this dismal news, like fog

Lift & let him stay!

& in belled fields I will wander

Far & happy. 

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what once was loved.

She has a mind for corners

& dying cigarettes

Half bent on the grass

Like an archway to the bees

Swollen- trotted

it’s always-something

she calls on him

& hears his voice

Though never sees his face

Her finger laces the air

She moans – I’m such a liar!

The deer scatter, a window opens

The sun setting like it’s broken.