January
walking home
from your cul-de-sac
in the dark

When you asked me to dance
I said nothing
but took your hand
anyway

The flash of your camera
against my eyelids
heat still burned
in my retinas

I swayed along
to silence in your arms
but not for any reason
you’d have liked

Marigold glow on your skin
embedded with goosebumps
and my torn up thighs
in hardware store rope

Your perspiration in my
lungs

I’ve suffocated
for you

Do you still work at that coffee shop?
Are you
still angry
at me?

On cool nights
my pillow feels like
your chest
and I wonder why
you haven’t left me
yet