You were eating dust from the palm of the air. Trying to catch up to what You thought was happening out there. How many times Will I have to recognize There are no timelines? You were seeing blood Dripping onto the earth. Anointed by the loss. It was An almost impossible hurt. How many times Will I have to recognize There are no timelines? Maybe in a movie They’d be asking “how’s she doing?” “Oh she’s looking so much better Than the last time that you met her.” And quick cut to the country, Standing in the open doorway Where I’m cradling a baby. And I’m stronger for the memory of every Winter sunset that I watched up at the train track In the days after you left me, Broken heart and broken body. You were eating dust From the palm of the air. You were eating dust.