cocoon

have you ever considered

that perhaps you deserve this devastation

that you’ve earned the disaster

like a caterpillar thick with the leaves

of trees that will one day stem again

emypting out of their bellies

perhaps into your hands

strung out as butterflies

against the light

that burrows into held darkness

to die

*

i am close to giving up

to the giving in

of bringing you closer to

all i am

in the hopeful want

that it is all you

brought to me

until closed

*

i have thought all the poetry

had dried up

like water on the moon

not so much from heat

but from the coldness

of you the impact

of you leaving my hands empty

to write no more than

all that is left

which is

no more

and even less

thoughtful poetry