separation
where are you
he writes in his passport
tearing out leaves from
trees
making grass shudder
he shouts
loud words that
don't fit between the lines
he says to himself
separation
is a bird of one feather
but your mouth is shut
with small golden wires
and he writes
on those wires
signal
signal
signal
with a brush pen
and the chains fall
and the braces fall
and she
and her mouth
twists a bit at the
edge
opens
his eyes
it's another
twelve fifteen morning
somewhere
and he sits there
and writes
where are you
where are you