The Sound of Things
It’s the way you sing body
that I know to me you are not a cadaver
on a cold metal table.
You are in the backseat with me
& we are a movie,
or more likely, we
are squished on a twin sized mattress
& body is you and me, vulnerable,
& body is always synonymous
with yes & always & more
Whisper sepulcher into my ear
late at night while curled in bed.
Let it be a wish that we die here,
old age & wrinkled skin.
My tongue & lips
will run over the syllables, the shape,
ask you to say it over and over
like a prayer, like the longest kiss:
sepulcher sepulcher sepulcher
Brevity is the truth of us.
We lasted longer in the fiction
of my memory. There wasn’t a goodbye,
just you pushing me out the door.
Brevity is my song, the chorus I shout back to you,
because the shortest moments can last the longest.