I’m fine.
knots run
down throat to chest
clog rest-
less breath
mess round
clenched hands
rust neck
lead texts
dense laughter
condense
in my ears
and twist
over the
last word you said
on tuesday two
weeks ago
and the
silence of your face
when I said something
was wrong
sorrow
stretched long
because I can’t
take the heavy blue
out of her dark brown eyes
fill the cavity in her voice
and now I’m drenched
in blue
a jittering blue
a moaning blue
a blue with thick
grasping fingers
but not thick enough
to pry open
the long line
of your lips
what’s wrong
a lot
I don’t know
nothing
cheeks prickle
I’m numb.