complaining along stones
he was wide in my face when I opened
the door that morning
picked up the remnants
of himself I’d seen
on the floor
damn the love he focuses
but doesn’t reveal
while our nails slide between teeth
and smoke travels in and out quickly
with our impatient breath
the case of his bed holding us close
like promises
the silence of the open air
falling in the window onto his head
the thin green wool pulled around it
reminding me of my own protection
that keeps thoughts
like mine of him
