Hello Mountains

"Hello mountains"

Leaving is 

my WD-40. 

Greased ball bearings 

rolling west

fast. 

Stillness--

The roof's pitch. 

I tiptoed under radar. 

Dragged my bloodied knuckles, 

Broken bones, 
Split spleen 

To where salt water can heal. 

I've tidied things. 

A broom and 3,000 miles. 

They suffocate 

under the rug. 

Their silence

a feast for my mind's 

Low-blood sugar rattle. 

Fresh paint. 

New vases hungry

For leafy apologies. 

Sheets unstained by

Restless fire. 

Breathless lurches toward

Connection. 

Validation. 

Acceptance. 

Met

By the empty hollow trail

behind a word

ricocheting off 

the cement board.

I’ll smooth these threads

nicely

Over the fields where

My torso crisscrosses like

A rolling pin

Any indentation.