Same Heart, Different Chest The silence in his armsspoke all the wordsbetween a thousand yearsand yesterday.He told me:"You could not have forgotten my face."I had.I am spray painting black doveson the bellies of his walls,but his walls were made of paper.They folded and witheredas paint kissed cardboard barriers;sleep would have taken meif invisible entitiesdidn't pry my eyes awake.In return, he made the galaxieschurning in my lungs rearrange,and sideswipe into my heart.Sixty-four years is too longfor anyone to hold their breath.
Sta.sh
