The Watches

I watch you lay your hands on daily things
a handle, a table, an apple, themselves
and can only remember how they laid on me
Can only see the shape of bones and not the impression
of dead things on skin and tissue
Can only see the space where something of mine belongs
and not these useless things of late.

I watch the shape of your mind waves
rolling in and out under the predictable and unknown tide
kneading and sucking
knowing where they're going, they won't stay there
knowing the space they leave and all the things
it leaves space for
and what you fill with it
crushing the space I breathe in,
it just won't stay there.

nov 23, 08