Unused

Unused


Narrative gone supine,
DNA a fugitive of the
Future.
Somewhere,
You’re longing.

Concentrating hard on
Unraveling
Daytime hotness,
Don’t ask me what the
Matter was,
I’m already off to
Moscow.

It’s a shower curtain
Destination,
Syntax of caress,
Plucking the hairs
Off your coat.
Intimate was the ultimate.

Never understanding why
Ghosts linger
When god waits,
An elegy suspended in liquid,
The stars make it difficult.

I am passing,
And it is most important
To relearn your smell,
Your shirts stiff
With you inside.

The DNA of love,
Unused.