I wish I could explain
How hard it is to leave
Your brow a rope of fireplace brick
Your cheeks an avalanche on stilts
The days will add up
To something like fourteen thousand
Times ten to the nine
Multiplied by eight or something
That's when everyone in your world
Will feel like containers of lukewarm soup
Different than hands leaving suspension
Body making cannonball for plunge
Like switching favorite colors
From brown to red
A big red X crossing off the sleeps
That stand between us
Finally crossing them all off
Then remembering what Wednesdays are like
The cycle of all Wednesdays combined
Until the end, minus vacations
There are weekends to take for granted
Where the clock hides under twigs and ice
But those moments in front of the fire
A glowing web of embers losing weight
While everything else gets counted
We get more from what slowly disappears
We make glass in there
Time and heat, then fizzle and steam
Things we can hold and observe
See into, break easily
--
3.27.13
How hard it is to leave
Your brow a rope of fireplace brick
Your cheeks an avalanche on stilts
The days will add up
To something like fourteen thousand
Times ten to the nine
Multiplied by eight or something
That's when everyone in your world
Will feel like containers of lukewarm soup
Different than hands leaving suspension
Body making cannonball for plunge
Like switching favorite colors
From brown to red
A big red X crossing off the sleeps
That stand between us
Finally crossing them all off
Then remembering what Wednesdays are like
The cycle of all Wednesdays combined
Until the end, minus vacations
There are weekends to take for granted
Where the clock hides under twigs and ice
But those moments in front of the fire
A glowing web of embers losing weight
While everything else gets counted
We get more from what slowly disappears
We make glass in there
Time and heat, then fizzle and steam
Things we can hold and observe
See into, break easily
--
3.27.13
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