curtains wait for a breeze
so they can breathe again
rings made from rainfall
the scars from our dreams
sew us together
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
daylight crashes
against the skylight
woodsmoke laces the air
with the cream
of its song
a blizzard of butterflies
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
you were the wren
that led me
through the reeds
that stroked my sides
feathered my face
all my taps are dripping
the sun froths and flares
the horizon howled
snow swept the streets
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space
you’re the drafts of dusk
that sifts the rusty rafters
songlines become sighlines