October 9, 2013

Three Months of Silence

I.

Surrounded by moths,
I collapsed into focus.

And with every last little bit of heart quivering,
let you move against me.

II.

Half-crying on the shadow-dented drive home,
after a bleary-eyed shift: alone.

(How no one didn't even thank me,
didn't even think to - so small, so nothingly).

III.

With a mile of gas left
on East Campus Road,

so shaky that I had to hold my leg down against the pedal,
just to keep moving forward.