Evening and it is always like this:
half-answered prayers offered up again
in a new light, disappointment magnified
through repetition. There is a photo of you
outdoors looking skyward, jaw softened
with shadow, silhouette of fir trees across
your chest, you in a window, you always
behind something, eyes cast up, that search.
I want to tell you it is not beyond,
that thin plate of glass is bullshit armor.
I want to smash it because this love
turned into a mission when I wasn’t looking.
I want destruction to make something good happen
once and for all, to say look down, outward,
find me.
~ from Going Around with Bachelors (Brick Books, 2007)
