Anatomy of an End

Come away then,
Because I do not know how
Else we say goodbye
Except tearing limb from limb
And letting limb come away from limb
And even then there are
Phantom limbs.  

Vaguely lit half lit dusk lit
Faces
Phantom faces
Are like the irritating redness
Of closing your eyes shut
Sprawled beneath the light,
Defeated by the sun.
The redness that punctuates the blackness like
You can know no single thing
For even your lonely will be broken in
By period shaped blood.

When you lie down on your bed
Do you press yourself against it to see
How much can be swallowed up
How much can be emptied
And do you try to make every part
That tries to maintain contact
Silence itself and become numb
Dumb?

I can see you still
Like you aren't a phantom limb
But a definite solid breathing
Living thing
And I know where your body turns in and out
And where it remains so straight
That I could conjure you out of nothing.









I try drawing a smile
On a fogged up window pane.  
I draw the anatomy of an end.