I am not writing a memoir
with you, or with him
but loss to
fire
theft to drowning under the bridge
over the clouds
please temper your wings
love to love, loss to love
another chapter passed to flames
swallowing my words
while I am vilified
licking my fingers
abandoning all perspective
didn’t your heart twist around
fleeing from panic
through the open windows
through my fingertips
carrying all of my emotions
the lead and anvil
shining stones, and fervor
woven through our smiling teeth
the backs of our necks
with careful, dying cadence
didn’t our voices
vanish into thin air
through grace and thunder
water and smoke
to stroke you inside
out and asleep
© 5.31.2016 heather brager
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