when the bottom rose
to hit me, I took it
like a champ, I suffered
in the drink of you
until the escape was too hot
and your trail collapsed
like calendar ash
I begged the dust for a minute
the moon for a toast, I begged
to overtake you, to name you
because I remain nameless
I ran to touch the air
you walked through
as if I could catch your wild scent
against my face, or be gently tucked
into your gravity, yes
I was wrong for the right
reason, the revelation
that you were
that you were
fucking with my head
which was just trying
to cinch the distance
between have and haunt
kicked me like a hymn
left me gasping, braying
among strangers, the rawest
me flayed out behind
all of you, just too brief
I begged your pursuit
to hurt me, to hurl me full stride
into a wayward beginning
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