"Hair"
These ghosts are heavy
These ghosts are heavy
Weighted shoulders
slumped
Bending forward to arch my back
To shoulders touching
A pinch
Where a muscle spasms
despite the mind’s begging to
quiet
My spine bows
And these bone brackets
Echoed the reverberations of
"Oh my god"
The tears took time to come up from the well
where they were waiting
For the next transformation
Your absence is felt
Between my ribs and brain
This is not settling down
Unsettling in is more accurate
No sense in senselessness
You, player of women
Juggler of stories and secrets
In the last second before collision
Did you see the snow and sun
and hold your breath
the cold Alps air crystallizing your alveoli
This wasn't your last
I bet your hair gave the surgeons
one helluva time
Snippers clogged, wet
And ruddy
matted between wild and life
and blood and clot
and ice melting the mess
into pools of what was
Thought
Patterns
Brilliance
Did your blood shine brilliant
On your new lovers fingers?
Did she hold you
Weeping?
Or was the tree
left to mourn
over its dirt birth
in the shores
along the trail?
Stupid helmets.
Always crushing the freedom
That your wild hair danced
In the wind.
And when you'd gone
the blue skies were still blue.
The clouds still overhead
no wild wind to shake the trees.
No momentuous quake.
Weight of the world still same heft
pinched between my shoulder blades,
tired from always pushing
up the mountain
and back down again.
You left these wires crossed,
These ropes all snipped and strung out.
And your harem of wild things
Are more soft beauty than brute.
Did you wonder what marvels
we'd weave?
Fancy a friendship
Over mutual discordance,
unsettling,
and frayed knots
When we have a moment
to let your absence hang in the air,
we all fear to answer the question
and a brave one whispers
Was it
an accident?
Was it?
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