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Neighbor

self-contained lately they say

they said

they keep on saying

but small talk is unflattering to the broken heart

 

heart     broken

doesn’t know where a conversation should begin

doesn’t know how to end one

 

it reminds me of your freckles that linger

like clotted constellations with slouchy spaces in which to hide

 

instead a glare outshines the sky

my outstretched palms wrestle

their remaining faces free of the sunlight

then suddenly a shift

a breath     a breeze     a bomb

and there’s nothing more to see

 

everything is a bright white light

fading quickly

like the mad sun in winter

 

 

when the cadence of the breeze changes

they say it is directionless

but it was the crows that ate it

 

cut it   chewed it   cannibalized it

 

house walls carried their caws   their wails

to my bed one night

and while supervising the darkness

I saw a murder of them

inhaling charcoal puffs

and declare its completion

 

in the morning

they had my senses taken away

 

the porch light still stirs

but consolation may never come home again

 

the weather says neither will you