mamabunny

Yawn
and Woke

The wooden house
sharing souls with the sun
hooked into my throat
Elliot was trapped under the porch
that day
and someone walked the sidelines
and the lines in the road kept me alive
only sleeping
with you
i watched the curtains take shape
as you brushed by them
as you ripped that hook from me
might as well have dragged me from behind

how does it feel my friend
to be
sleeping without me?


loneliness is a force
to recon with
holding velvet
and i felt it
as you do now
i am still there.
In a great flood
tides that do not recede
but i always have
the cranes
the cloudless bravery you lack
blood that will carry me forever

Yawn and wake
my soul friend
and lose me