Nothing Now Between The Earth And You

you never planned a comb-over...
it just kinda happened—
you comb over

***

the memory of you then,
the sounds that came out of your mouth
under the too-bright lights of the football field
on graduation night,

Captain,
Our Sorry Captain,
set sail Exile

***

“see”
“no”

see

***

embed:
wrongness
panic

sense of escalating mistake

soundless

flailing
seen across space—

at first you don’t know you can’t move,
can’t breathe

((you))

you start to move

***

this bathroom, this morning
it ain’t far away...
it’s right here:

a wide, flat land-scape:
the few trees pushed over,
strands,
and you long on top of it:
the earth your head

oh

clay you can push and move around with your fingers,
thinking and kneading

you so like to touch the empty spots