1. I set your room on fire
and rolled around in the mourning ash,
like a mad girl
writing a love song,
singing a freedom chorus.
No recollection would be complete
without a nail in my hand
that has your name on it
pinning me to the prayer of
thank god and goddess and spirit and the like
that you gave me a fire once
to set you ablaze.
2. Deep breaths are calming
free from your smoke.
3. Mountain air,
CO2 and lack of conspiracy,
a long hike with no underbrush
because that is the first to burn.
I thought you were a tree but you’re just rot,
you wanted to be irreplaceable and I knew you were not.
because the bed got so empty tonight
empty like a clean bowl
nice set of China, we took it out
to use whenever we wanted because
fuck special occasions, it’s an occasion to be alive
and in love
and to miss your laugh.
I painted blue lines on my body
and you told me how your veins once collapsed
I once drank so little water I turned into a stone ridge
and got Scarlet fever.
Same rings around Saturn and this dishware.
Same hole I’m boring into the floor I pace
because I can’t sleep on a red eye.
The sheets are made of glass.
Curation and preservation of where you last saw me.
Arrange your art so it’s beautiful to the eye.
I have two couches in this living room,
one for me and one for you.