Replacing now
Bone with bar
Skin with sheath
Heart’s daily death with a droid
Electronic love
An absence of like
Is all that exists
Amidst overhead LED light
Otherworld lips
Underworld talk
Virtual touch
Downloaded now
This is what we want
A help-meet or two
Who’ll listen in the dark with us
Be beside us
Cry with us over the suffering of the purported Other
Then wish with us
Then try
To make It better
Good traveler
Good traveler
Companion
Brother
Friend
Only you could reason with the voice inside my head
When your crazed dog turned on me
I opened wide the door
As lesser lovers ran from you
I prayed and asked for more
And I miss you
Is that alright?
I miss the man I made
I want you back
Your reckless words
Our talks sustained my Days
I’ll never trust your eyes
Always flashing early, often
Happy speaking lies against a good, good heart
I trust the strangers
Never needing to have seen
Somehow know the truth of me
I trust the front-yard flowers, too
Sometimes August-blooming poppies
Just for me, in June instead
50 unfamiliar women, I was
A dozen different lifetimes, I lived
Shapeshifting to please
I tried
Never did we lock eyes
Despite my howl from the depths
My grasping to create
Some connection
I, the only one
Vaporized
Grieving, mourning who we’d be
Beautiful liar
You take you. You go away
Back from whence you were
I keep reaching out to air -the nothingness there
I keep pressing harder, and liking it
With tears brimming in my eyes, and, whatever hope looks like, in my heart
I keep thinking I’m not thinking small
I keep reading between the lines that were not there for me at all
I’m most difficult
I cost skin you can’t afford
I am black diamond
To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend
To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear
So then, with wisdom, kingdom come
Deciding this morning whether
To be afraid for our weather
For this Earth
For its Underlings
I noticed triumph
Its and Theirs
I saw green, cold tears
Gladness!
There was little left to do
Open wide the window
Cry out
Three cheers for a cold victory!
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