The aftermath of aching bones.

I have not bought a train ticket.
I just wanted a cigarette.
A bird is a bird,
Lure me out again.
I thought you were purifying,
But sweetheart, oh how my hands ache.

Go get your car keys and drive me
Straight down to the sea.
I can wait for waves.
You and I can lie on the sand.
It’s an open invitation;

A gathering of broken shells,
Abandoned buildings.
(Bring your own backbone)
I think that I’m watching instead
Of waking up with a notebook,

Holes written into the affair.
Decades of dawn reign.
Ask an empty house
And the walls shall creak in reply.
Preparing for what we can’t see,
She wants God after eighteen years.