and it would be this song, only this song.
all that was bad for me. all that i loved
so well. time,
like light, obstructed and reclaimed,
from the structure of a bridge.
do i need to say movement?
i have so often wondered.
why had you bothered?
scrubbed, laboured, put yourself in a sweat.
the way you organized my place; took my heavy duty nail
file, my heavy duty toe-nail
fuck you need them shits?
the memory of you is
a body covered all
over in sweat
the wind as it rips at the right
angles of a rock regardless
the wind - as it tears at a wire
when one is consigned
to the elements.
you know i have those
places in me.