Daytracks and watershed, Regina too,
leave indelible marks, as they didn’t before.
apostrophes so overrated – why couldnt we
omit them from everyday discourse?
Just everyone agree what is missing is gone
and unnecessary or home, and becoming
a shade, a specter, or less, all of us
be done with what we have lost,
the corruption and life on the couch?
We dont weep for the missing, cause
somehow maybe we hope it’s still there.
She came to him then, papered his peace with
skulls and some hearts, A&P, splashes of red
and some green, Mexican, Irish, artisan’s curves,
and orange, the docs, ensuring compliance to
the highest degree. And he bowed before her,
prior passion stored in a Valentine box at the top
of his closet, static and old. No more taking them
down, archives of when he’d loved like quicksilver,
her anonymous soul in the end coming home.