I am small; thinner & grayer than I was yesterday.
Quiet bird.
Gentle Bones.
Slim face, lovely face.
Disabled & void of song.
Heart chirping, rapid chirping.
Cardiac arrest.
Musical arrest.
Silent, somber bird.
I am small; thinner & grayer than I was yesterday.

I miss your cheeks
And your jaw.
I miss your bones-
Sharp, but soft.
Tiny wrists,
Limbs
Wrapping about me
Snap
And let go,
And I
Fall
Out of the tree,
Crashing down.

Sometimes when we talk
You sound like you
And other times
You sound a world away
Or like you never knew me
And we never touched.

It would be
So much
Easier
If you had cheated.
I could be angry
And no longer want you.
Everything
Would have been a lie,
But everything is not a lie.
Only truths,
Truths I cannot ignore
Or pretend never existed.
No matter
How I wrack my brain,
I cannot forget
All that was said
Every time and way
You touched me.

I miss your body laying next to mine,
Its heat radiating
Into my body
Warming my sole
Being
Shining rays
Into my core
Lighting up every dark corner
Our faces
Near each other,
Noses touching,
Nuzzling,
Stroking each other's cheeks.

Picking up the pieces.
Scraps & leftovers
Piled together.
Strip and rip, cutting the edges
Arranging them on the background.
Time to piece everything together.
Like magnets jumping toward each other,
The words press down,
Glued with a firm grip.
The image is dressed in
A rose gown, and sent
Away, traveling miles
And into the hands & small wrists of
A kind face.
Good idea or poor experiment,
Only days may tell.
An answer comes within the week--
Bright, shining yellow
Folds of words,
Humor & warmth.

Phantom limb aching
The extension of my body
Floats onward without me;
Heading West, toward California
Probably.
It's when I'm really saying
What I'm saying
That you run away,
Stubborn bull.
On trial for war crimes.
The suitable punishment?
Exhile from my
Kind heart.
It's as if somebody
Took an axe to
My chest, splitting it open
Everything is spilling out.
Nothing left but an
Empty cavity
Waiting to be
Filled again.

Ressurection

You got what you needed out of me
And you're gone.
I'm used up--discarded
And tossed aside
Like a dead raccoon off Beck.
Now,
I'm without a home.
I visit family
Yet I'm still alone.
(It is difficult to be around them
Without showing my long face.)
Your chair sits empty
As does my chest.
The cavity grows wider
As I grow thinner, grayer.
Pick up your bow
And your quiver of arrows,
Amazon,
And go West.