Because without her

I would have never seen the green eyes of a giantess
or the insanity of a Russian beach
or know the simple delicacy that lies between four day old sheets and a frayed phone cord
or how far I am now from who I was when she would still wear black pants.

Because without her these questions wouldn't be asked,
wouldn't be thought, wouldn't be here
but more so because without her, i would still be inside of a small cave
with a gnarled claw as my left hand and a baggie of potpourri for my right.

Because without her, I'm still without him and right now there is nothing aside from
dead words and fake heat, neither of which are right for me.

Gideon

The upstairs has wings for rent
[only if the children say so]
but when they let you be warned that a WWII bomb just exploded
even though they're found all the time.

All I've ever found have been granite leftover landscaping from a picky neighbor
or a leftover mattress from a lazy neighbor.
Not that I'm saying which is better to find
but at least I've got a sense of people leaving and forgetting
the two things they don't need
but didn't make.

Make sure the archangel doesn't see because he'll yell at the children,
he'll yell at me,
he'll take all our leftover decades and put them inside that hydrogen atom.
Not because you asked but because you asked twice while wearing his old golden ephod.