Crack

It hurts too much to talk about.

But let’s talk about it anyway.

See

The way the light hits you

Is like

too many whiskey sours

Like

hours behind closed doors,

Like

sharing one word in common

With the floor

CRACK

Can mean so many different things.

My body

Remembers singing

Yours to sleep,

Holding your breath like a promise

To my cheek

And knowing

That we could

Exhale.

The fumigators said

That the air was too toxic,

Said there was no hope of recovery,

The carbon-monoxonated atmosphere

Was beyond repair.

Get out.

Get out

Of my bloodstream,

Let the flood waters recede.

I am a tree

That was immaculately conceived.

I have no roots.

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to run.

Nothing to hold me

While you bark hard

Against my bite.

Light hits our thighs

Like an afterthought

We could not recognize each other

Through the hot and the bother

The hot and the shiver

Take my teeth

And sink into this.

I can’t do this anymore.

Crack.

I can’t do this anymore.