promener

When you’re there

I’ll only wonder

and the sun settles

like a swallowed bomb,

a nuclear meltdown

no one thinks

to run from

 

will we learn

to be frightened of each other

and the crimes we’ve done?

My floorboards

and yours,

 

under sinking sun.

 

I’ll dwindle too,

slip into my dusk

spilling all

with my loose tongue,

and the crack of a bird

in the wood

would come

 

if you wanted one.