|Stephanie and Me|
Her smile dies in still birth
eyes weeping against the curvature
willowed lashes bent in the posture of submission
repeatedly coming up empty, but for a fist of soil
wishing to god-breath-it to life, into the shape her fingers trace, airly
above the space of a cavernous bed
I promised him
promised I'd take good care of her
because you'll promise anything when it feels sacrificial
enough for death
We watched each other fighting in separate wars
reached out a hand
but there was no trust in it
We'd never needed each other more
or had each other less
I broke it Mike. I broke my promise
"So did she" his spirit assuages.
And he was that guy, that guy who never held you
to a drunk slur, or a bet you couldn't back.
I wanted to be better. More.
I tried to smile for her
she tried to navigate for me
and we both got lost