That damp, hot awakening with screams of surprise, and all us crammed and stuck.
A cracked and opened sky, the night had pressed as Hades and Ares thundered through us.
Swapping rooms with tears,
I could only watch, jaw locked.
Static electricity crept through the screen.
Teeth clicked loud with string and
swirling windows were soundproof, somehow.
Webbing bound my legs to you
that next sunny day.
The light seeping in, seductive to tired eyes.
Everybody came back with stones, smooth and brilliant,
and I touched my empty hands.
I dropped to my knees
when it arrived in the mail.
Shining and new,
It was something my hands
could continue to touch.
within this empty home.
Rejoicing in that solitary possession
yet I laid flat as a carpet
kissing that tile.
Shrine to my life
in front of my eyes.