world don’t say you’ve never
thought of tossing me from your spine mountained back
that’s what some hearts admit to mind
this sentence of the pockets, this little sentiment
so true
of course
we survived but
what did surviving do to us
how much cilia did the song destroy
when the melody sunk depth in ear;
no miracle hangnail moon tonight can tell me different
if some colors fade and do not return
if I ride to the fight can I contribute a swing
if the stars this evening insist on staying put tomorrow
if we hang our hats on the hands we touch
if we stand next to something like breath,
removed by the wind;
if intentions have wings, if if if—
if pocrhlights stay on for the body not coming home
if the road gives out will our wheels still roll
if the plants talk to fences
take them down in leaf embraces
if the hand shakes midsalute
if the hammer never rusted
if your body didn’t talk like that
if I didn’t listen
if the suitcase didn’t make sense
if this wasn’t it
if time knew less
if I didn’t insist on putting on top of clavicle
the axis
if change was the only thing to stay
still
if if if—
world don’t say you’ve never.