It’s like
the last
bit is
about to
go and
I being
either the
bit go
or something
new is
going too
Hairs
Why do
the shortest
hairs hurt
the most
to pluck
it’s because
they’re not
long enough
to yank
but just
close enough
to sting
Stuff
It’s the things
that I held
once so dear
slipping through fingers
sand and water
I can’t keep
the thing I
thought I was
isn’t a thing
anymore they’ve moved
without leaving me
a forwarding address
what am I
supposed to do
with this stuff
am I stuck
should I go
Wink
Like eyes veiled
behind dark glasses
the bluest sky
breaks quietly through
the curtain cracks
winking at me
with each passing
cloud floating by
hey there handsome
how’s that coffee
Oh
Oh if I
only knew how
don’t you think
that I would
but I don’t
and this then
is that when
you go yours
I go mine
for the one
we were once
has become two
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 