My body has become so hard of late.
Hard like metal so pressed
it sings in perfect pitch when struck.
I have been listening
to the tones shining up
into the sky and my locked jaw gives,
laughing along the tracks
my voice joins the melody,
a dog dancing and nipping at butterflies and knife wise notes,
and while they dart and tack and
teeth snap missing at road flare brilliant wings
I piece together the loose parts
you left in my head and
make a new memory out of
every context torn word you said
and up there in the attic of starshine
inside my fractured night crawling head
you sing right along, skipping across the tracks
as my body and I belt out
our hammered iron blues.
