Why do you return to the gravesite after strands
of words read wrong draw circle around your
feet After the stone has been rolled away?
and nothing found to memorialize but a t-shirt shoved
under the rest of your clothes that no longer fit
You’re smart enough not to expect a garden in
Genesis supplication when it’s easier on the spirits
to study clouds guess the weather pet dogs and
Cradle dog-ear books while listening to engines speakers
throbbing at peak volume shaking your porch then
vanished Swept silent in a land gone Autumn
only an imprint on your pulse that coffee and
extra shifts will dull when new loves leave
You sleeping in your car until you’re both
out of I’m sorries and the mosquitos get thick off
the lake until hand finds hand boots pace back
To a life you can’t stop living