To what do we owe this intermission?
I drink cumulus from a mason jar
but nothing worth salvage brews in me.
I carry the mementos and scars
of every transition we have ever
jointly maintained. My heart does not wane
though these abbreviations refuse to spare.
I see you, I bate you, I wolf you down.
Remember the haunted televisions
we saw while chasing rainbows through asphalt?
We were inebriated, infectious, half-laughing
And death smiled at us as if we were the only
one’s left alive. At our best did we not embody love?
Leave me if you must, forget me while you can,
but in the end it’s inevitable, surrender, home.
Even though we fail, we still have the grace to bow.
I am beat 6 hours of cleaning. The painting is finally done!