PROPERTY LOG

 

my eyes are glazed sugar. sight hazy thin.

there’s hair everywhere, not just mine.

not just hair clogging the drain, dripping water.

running water in the other room. a leak below

not mine. start your day by looking as far as you can.

my sight falters after five. still, the wide sky.

a haze of blue nothing. empty atmosphere.

bare limbs. all of us reaching.

music from below floating up. not my choice

another’s. a trilling piano. can’t stand or stand it.

now voices carrying, arms full of sound.

messages left decoded for me to find in dark.

you pull pieces of me off of you

well i linger, while you linger, while you wait

for the rest of me to be found. i’m hiding

inside my body, same place i always am.

my body is the only home my grief has known.

i picked up your tremor

when you dropped it. now it’s mine.

your replacement was there in the end. now you. not me.