Every time I say “I,” it refers to you.
—Louise Glück
I want to be whole
without you
but there are pieces
of spoiled ash in my gut,
rising at the whim
of your breath.
Your body finds me
in strange hours,
as I’m drifting between life
and dark.
I can’t decide
if you elevate or erase me,
but I know that I love you
just the same.
As waking sunlight
douses your body, I stumble
toward your half-shut door.
