devine
tounderstandwhyyouleftandileftyou
is a pipe organ jammed against
wall studs and screws
leaving me in the hours of a car accident,
wondering in buckled seconds
counted out in bad songs and
worse minutes of countered touch
when I am going to feel it.
But there is no touch to wake,
no fairies tales to fake,
and I think
that is what still
chokes.
