nothing there; from molded ball r o o ms
or busted taillights      or sweat soaked curls

nothing could encapsulate what once was our animating force

i forgot my mothers’ home,   
at 17
  Memories
of walking my stepfather’s staircase 
were gone,

filed into  :   Information Unnecessary
along with hypotheses and hyperboles and everything else not learned in the sun

                                You were my sun.
               play any way
              on words and I will feel
           the same.
                                You were my sun.

in the bed beneath the great oak tree (which they’ve cut down)
You left your horizon to lay with me
in manmade blankets on manmade pillows
bubbled over and reeking our manmade emotions.
nylon & crab grass & 10% cotton
stuck to my newest skin
and i set with the sun
Set&Settled
the guilt of the betrayed -
necromantic nuances
shot to hell by nearsightedness
- settled
in the ridges of the Appalachians

six months later
i beat you to death.