YOUR MOTHER FOUND A BOX IN YOUR OLD ROOM
WITH MY NAME ON IT.
BITS AND PIECES OF OUR LIFE TOGETHER.
AND A POEM YOU WROTE THAT YOU NEVER GAVE ME...
like the first two pieces of
a jigsaw puzzle
whose arms and legs it seem
reach into one another
and interlock so
that there is not even the tiniest breath of space
that would make you doubt it was me
and not one of the other 498
who compliment you so
and make sense of your shapes and colors"
DO YOU SEE?
NOW, MY WORLD IS SENSELESS.