YOU KEPT BLUE
where i told you i’m in love with her
like that ended something between us.
it was subtle as a downward
glance or sleight of hand
during a magic trick.
in that burning summer’s sky, blue,
it devoured you.
OF A VOICEMAIL OF ~1s OF UNIVOCAL SILENCE
it doesn’t mean your ex has started shifting blame again even
though you know her no.’s changed (how could a phone remember
every breath blocked or flexing tongue or the thousands
packets of her bedroom light’s hum and still fill up on cookies), nor
that you’re obliged to suppose this even
though you will b/c it means somebody you’ve loved
though taboutyou this week even
though nobody’s actually spoken to you in well over a week&&&even
then you were skyping an old friend
continents over not even
17 minutes
