irresolute and resolved

today i'll let these linebreaks and stanzas be my mouth.


that july was seamless--

the moon
a metronome
deadening us
to everything
but what existed
on the plot
of alley
we stood upon
hoarding charms
in eachother's
mouths.

the wind's alphabet
of smoke embossed
everyone's faces.
i read
no outlet
go back.

everything about you was
an instruction manual for
disassembly. i was the boy
spending dark hours
in the cellar taking apart
alaram clocks and radios
just to put them back
together again.

even the constellations
mourned us, tarnished
chandeliers hanging
limp against the sky.