the slivered moon
[from Misconfigurations of Love – poetry]
there they go again
those coyotes
reminding me of your absence
i walk
i look
i better myself
and nothing
the slivered moon sees you
but i don’t
the howls remind me
the bed reminds me
the feeling beneath my chest
knows something is missing
a dark moment
full of promise
maybe they are talking to me
to her
i am not ready
i am not ready
i am not finished
completing myself
this perfecting loneliness
is honest work
if you can stomach the hours
perhaps the howling
is felt
by many
10-8-13
